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saige Apr 2018
the woods, alone
is where she'd love to
dree
so please
don't touch her while she's
romanticizing
a death sentence
saige Apr 2018
dirt roads are where i
come alive
another starless night
in a pick-up through
timbuktu

drive, drive, drive
mom's dad's truck
now it's only dad's
so if i have a kid
this ram will be his
mom's dad's truck
times two

drive, drive, drive
my bed is empty
another sleepless night
through timbertop ridge

no licence
no ****, sherlock
i'm all over the place
still, i keep her between
the ditches
dodge potholes and
blow backwood smoke
east of me, in the rear view

cassette tape, brakelights
window low and heartbreak high and
someday
a dirt roads is where i'd
like to die
just like grandpa did
saige Apr 2018
i stared at the pinecones
until they were ants
ants that were
falling
falling on my face
in little armies
to kiss me goodnight
and then eat me alive.
saige Apr 2018
the blue
looked like static through
the green
and
as the lake
rose
we
dropped
in the forest
and
no one heard us
saige Apr 2018
Gulley washers, sink holes
I believe there is a rainbow
On another shore

Dead leaves
Up to these ankles
And green ones
Over my face
I believe there is a break
On some other shore

Although
I can't see it
And I've never been so
sure
saige Apr 2018
it's been a long time
since i saw you with short hair
no scars, and wide eyes

it's been a long time
since that spring we crash-landed
into eachother

hello was the start
of a shy, long time coming
farewell in the works

see somehow, we raised
eachother for rock bottom
then raced to get there

but, cut! life drips on
hurts like sorry, sighs like space
we've seen better times

wonder if kids can
grow up backwards, outgrow heart?
well, suppose we have

still, you deserve those
wide pools of blue you were born
to watch the world through

it's been a long time
since you gave me butterflies
this time, they're for you

hands tied, fingers crossed
misty eyes as you take flight
it's been a long time

and it'll be an even longer
night
once the sun sets
without you
beneath it
saige Apr 2018
for two minutes and
fifty four seconds
we are chargers
once again

a black bolt of lightning
in fog light vision
i, the barefoot shotgun
him, shoving ninety
down yo-yo back roads
shooing luck out of
the moon roof

this song
is our hero

hands whip like glory
beats soar as his eclipse
roars past high gear

riffs wail
and we tune into
the thrill of forgetting
home is just a memory
half a mile south

sometime i'll learn to drive
our souls so wild
for now
giggles turn to weeps
with the smile beside me

this boy
is my hero
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