i press my shoulder against a cool brick wall. the birds are screaming at the sun rodents hide in the thick grass and burrow deep in the cool soft ground. i will find a safe place to bury goals and innocence, bad ideas a new deck of cards and a bottle of something. i will mold you a statue of my kiss. so beautiful it will cement your feet to the ground so silent, all you'll hear is sound. all i have in my pocket is a swiss army knife half a pack of cigarettes and a folded paper bird.