as We walk away

as We walk away

you will walk sanctuary directive
steal tent pitched

and comfortable

I will walk coterie scuffs tailing

dragging heals
walking deliberately silent past the shoes you wear

wearing sand
the lips and strings confidently sinking inward

whispering the time to the souls

you really smiled at me once

but your shoes knew the difference
they would not take you to me

they would not allow it
abide a feathers place

hat torn like it is

hats and shoes are not friends
despite what they may think

and i learn
as we all do

to walk
stepping castaway stones
silverback

deliberately past your shoes
silently

past your souls

and smile
as We walk away

The kids

I don't remember 7 o'clock very much
Getting up for school

shower
Poptarts
No eye contact on the bus

We were the kids your Senators loved

Stupid
Impressionable
Hungry for toys

And why not
It will be the kids that save
Our asses

The kids
Will save their own

in a perfect world

in a perfect world
I would have kissed you

1000 times before the posters
you learned

from fell

we could have discovered strawberries
together

made love without touching
and flew across the world

with fingers
pointing out all the places

we were going to
eat dessert at

in a perfect world we would have
made really bad bread together

and lied about it
then

make really really good bread

in a perfect world I would have found you
sooner

before it was too late

I would rather pass
The Bowl of chance
then taste the lips of indiscretion agian.
The weather will not take the chance
and none of us
can wait for the text to send.

pay day

i remember when the silver turned
happenstance

fellow merchants wore their
collars low

falling short of the belly's
taunts of real

and we drank gin with gin
in donation of the will.

and time grew past the front steps
of the house we

grew up in

time left out thoughts for
the unthought of

leaving

leaving our eyes to color
lines-

coloring dominate

coloring-

coloring situational commentary
a touch late
like a tapped foot
to in charge
but

the lottery says hi.

and we all are getting paid tomorrow.

we're going to need more blankets

we're going to need more blankets

one lot

one lot they share between
the bushels of oil

and amber serenades of red locked
hypnotists parading

jealousy and
anti-jealousy

sown inside the same headlock

them feeding breadless loafs to every mouth
who will feed.

and the sherif is salivating Hamptons
and pissing on the street

like we used to do
when we drank to much of ourselves

one lot we give in retribution
for when it was our turn.