I guess these are the good years
Style booming up the hallway
Watching
Girls
Morph into women
Licking up cement
In sideways jungle gyms

Seeing the sun upside down for the first time
Crackling body parts
On its bald face
Sacrificing only disgust

Jumping from shape
To shape into
Laundry baskets
Losing the whole wide
******* world inside
Of an ice cube
Or inside
the couch, next to the lint

Watching hungry flowers
Latch on to the sky
helping
Twisting your hair in my fingers
Smelling animal fears

Thinking so far out loud
Beetles bleed out your yellow ears

Watching boys
Sawed into men

Placing indigo scales onto skin
Changing the heat up and down
Melting ice cream
On your *******

Kids playing forced warfare
Inventing purple clouds and bullet holes
and
Somewhere inside the bloodshed,

Making love just enough to
Make you drool enough to feast,
It’s the only time you know hunger.

The shaking syllables of innocence.

It’s
Seeing something so beautiful
You dismiss it as commonplace,
Misplace it even.

I guess good is good.