He craved a father like a burnout
licking his sugarcane eyes &
slapping them on
any surface they'd stick &
he called night The Kingdom
would wander off for ages
said *I don't need to know
where I'm goin'*
said *Someday I'll have already
found it* & maybe he's right
*All people die a little
more in daylight*
he was 16
a dry firecracker
one spark away
from infinite eruption
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
He craved a father like a burnout
licking his sugarcane eyes &
slapping them on
any surface they'd stick &
he called night The Kingdom
would wander off for ages
said *I don't need to know
where I'm goin'*
said *Someday I'll have already
found it* & maybe he's right
*All people die a little
more in daylight*
he was 16
a dry firecracker
one spark away
from infinite eruption
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