Weekend Warriors in face paint, remember?
Home caught fire and we danced on the
pavement. Tambourine shakes and tattered
blouses, please don't go away! Christmas
light canopy in the secret woodland electric
tree. We raged and swore we'd never leave.
All running toward homemade, handmade
radio waves. It tasted like some thick fruit
bowl and ***** poison - anything but
Still Life. Those brush strokes were shaking,
and I love you beneath theses branches,
and you and you and you and you and really -
please don't go away.