narcane addict

some of us need seasons
to remember change is possible
but that doesn't happen here
it's the sunny carbon underbelly
of silver cooking spoons
where leaves last forever
and endless summer is a horrible thing

I wanted to hurt her
by hurting myself
just to hear her screaming my name again
burn that book one last time
salty water pooling in the retina is our art

in motion
that can't catch traction


some thing
 strung up in the form of some
 ancient son
meant to scare away things that fly
makes perfect sense to me
a purpose driven life
when admired from the shade of it