In my town
The streets are paved
With gold
Because the rain
Runs an infinitely unfinished race
And the streets
Are run thick with sky
That swills above blocked drains
And the street lamps
Take a bathe in the puddles
And their lights
Unravel and swim
And sometimes
The wind gusts through
And lacerates the
Rivers of hoarded treasure
So that our good fortune
Is molten and fickle
But somehow viscous
And the promises
Of our childhood
Wrinkle like
Aging skin
In my town
The streets are paved with gold
And so are the broken pieces
Of their beer bottles.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 4:39 PM UTC
In my town
The streets are paved
With gold
Because the rain
Runs an infinitely unfinished race
And the streets
Are run thick with sky
That swills above blocked drains
And the street lamps
Take a bathe in the puddles
And their lights
Unravel and swim
And sometimes
The wind gusts through
And lacerates the
Rivers of hoarded treasure
So that our good fortune
Is molten and fickle
But somehow viscous
And the promises
Of our childhood
Wrinkle like
Aging skin
In my town
The streets are paved with gold
And so are the broken pieces
Of their beer bottles.
