Carefree gum
Next to the schoolyard children
Who blaze in the mid-afternoon
Summer of dumb love
Sun
In the hour or, is it
The minute
That youth died so fast?
Our hair grays
Our eyes grow dim
Even the light
Cannot bond us closer
To our next of kin
What is in a word?
What is in between sentences
But pleas of insanity,
Pleas of desperate repentance?
Shallow are our
Graves
Dirt is heavier
Than air
The king and the queen
Never match
They will never be
A pair
Tearing through
The theatrics
Of college level actors
Money on the brain
Fame on the skin
Feeling tearing them
Limb from limb
Scene-rated the players
Wave their paychecks in the air,
Tear them to little pieces,
Making confetti out of their
Thought to be
Hard work
I turn the table
See the faces of the former parties
Hear the tirades
Of lost giants shot dead
On forgotten battlefields
And the only thing
That seems to be missing
Is that one and only
Upside right feeling
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
Carefree gum
Next to the schoolyard children
Who blaze in the mid-afternoon
Summer of dumb love
Sun
In the hour or, is it
The minute
That youth died so fast?
Our hair grays
Our eyes grow dim
Even the light
Cannot bond us closer
To our next of kin
What is in a word?
What is in between sentences
But pleas of insanity,
Pleas of desperate repentance?
Shallow are our
Graves
Dirt is heavier
Than air
The king and the queen
Never match
They will never be
A pair
Tearing through
The theatrics
Of college level actors
Money on the brain
Fame on the skin
Feeling tearing them
Limb from limb
Scene-rated the players
Wave their paychecks in the air,
Tear them to little pieces,
Making confetti out of their
Thought to be
Hard work
I turn the table
See the faces of the former parties
Hear the tirades
Of lost giants shot dead
On forgotten battlefields
And the only thing
That seems to be missing
Is that one and only
Upside right feeling