Remember when we danced on main street
And buried our skulls in dirt behind the shed

When we ate those light bulbs
Trying to illuminate the black holes that were always showing up in your bed or lingering around us in the driveway

Our knuckles took to cracking in a fever
We soaked them in the party punch last May
Our mixed blood infected everyone that night

Teenagers and their wasted anthologies
Wasted, as in, drunk & drowning
In the city apartment's corners
Or a green backyard that eventually turned lilac grey

Something is screaming in the trees tonight
It might be the wind, but what is wind
Other than gold dust and baby teeth

Remember the night we bought an aluminum can of rage
And planned to mark our town in tragedy
Or the night we shattered vases and elbows
I bled out in your kitchen sink, and you opted for the piano keys

Last night I dreamt of all the friends we've lost
I screamed myself awake

Elizabeth is a name that sounds good in a poem
An epitaph that reads infinitely:
"You were electricity coursing through this town"
Or
"You were always the most fun at the bar"

Everyone had their story to tell
About the night they first met
In a haze of cigarettes and her brother's guitar
About the last time they saw her
With glazed eyes and wires in her arm

No one ever thought to ask - Can Rachel even breathe?

Secrets held in a college town
Old lawns doused in cheap wine and set aflame by talk of God's existence
Abandoned floors rest high above the likes of academia
Ghosts float past rusted oblivion cased safely on library shelves
In books of history or mystery or something
Most desks know too many bodies
Rooms fill with strangers breaking bread or smashing skulls
Grey foreign spaces call to mind no recollection of summer
But rather holds beds in which we dream of early July nights
Spent punch drunk beneath the knuckle blood letter tree
Alcohol numbs more than our fingertips
And we all drink ***** for sport
Collecting letter grades for ink-fueled suffocation
And some ungodly cosmic conformity

Thinking of your arm around another girls green velvet
Makes my ribs shake, makes my neck break
You can smash skulls from across the state
And I can cry into Joannas guitar

Thinking of you will only ever trigger reckless visions of my fist through dry wall or blood dripping from my lip
Everything is absinthe's hallucination
Reeling through my speakers
Everything was then it wasn't

You can brush ****** hair in your hometown
And I will never get over you
Kissing me every six months will leave my hands shaking - return to the bathroom floor
Waiting for you to come back

All our thoughts of kissing girls have been written off as weird honey

A picture of her on his back
Laughing as they fall into unforgiving brick
Surrounded by anyone who ever mattered
On the back porch
We were all drinking the cheap beer that recalls at least twenty memories from dusty, rusted oblivion
And the expensive craft kind that I stole from someone's sister or dad or uncle or something

A night spent in overalls
Where everyone's head exploded
In mini vans, swingsets, and white wicker chairs
Anyone who could cry did
The others had already gone numb

A picture of her on his back
Falling gracefully into certain demise
In and out of love as fast as she drank all the whisky

When mothers and brothers and lovers die
We place flowers in their lips and wash their hair with wine
We press our faces up to theirs to make sure we're not looking in a mirror
Or worse, a window