Goes up North
To see those
Who haven't seen
The change he's made

This people who annually
Lose sight of the new
And innovative bricks
He's laid

Riding sunset sidecar
Window blasting melodies
I can't tell if he likes it

He's keeping a facade
For he won't be seen
For another year
So fake a veneer
Just so life seems less
Of a cluster

If he leaves he'll leave
As a boy with the words of a "man"

The Summer Kid
Finding love
Not only in person

He's found passion
and promise
In the work he has written

He's got a new sense of purpose
In the work he's assigned
And he knows how to breathe
Out the loveliest lines
Of poetry
and creation
Lovely little escapes
Taking his mind off the vast and empty
Forlorn real estate

Two out of three
He's found love
He's found a purpose
And now
He's missing the final part
He can't know
What he's found.

First and foremost
Our story starts with a love
A twinkling kind of talking
Not in mourning, nor dove
He's a lonely boy reeling
From a year without feeling
And she just wanted a fling
Without a body for being
But they kept talking
All their passions and their dreams and their thoughts
He asked her questions
She replied with lessons loveliest taught
Took her hand, held it close
For it has shone on the light
Take her with him, he's sinking
And her wings will take flight.

Meet me there
Where the beach is tall and blonde and nearly as fair
Where the sun kissed sidewalks are more forgiving and free
Holding warmth more unpretending than those who never cared
And the night breathes life refreshing back into our chests with a bellowing swing
Where we sing with campfire sparks in the dark
And look only to see the stars
Staring back down into our eyes alive
For as high as we are on this lifeguard stand
Meet me there my soul friend
I will be with you again
Above within the tepid air

Sooo shivered from
a deluge with heed,
at the naked and as nerves
bundled half as much
as I curled in to gasping.
They reminded me to call upon
the book of a Spanish
painter of the souls
as substance course clocked,
splattered with a trail
of blinding sunset upon gold rouse,
flowed constantly like rims
of Gaudi’s great work,
placed as a silken fabric
of blue paint yet

Let the stars in the sky plummet
on their own
Let the flowers sway
The wind is just the wind
and nothing more
Let the angels sing their songs
and let the devils
shed their snakeskin
Let all the girls and boys
my age be happy
Let the sunshine sliver
across their skies
Let them walk into the sunset with love
ablaze in their eyes
And leave  me free
to wonder why
I do not feel the same