We melt like aborted McDonald's ice,
on top of a blistering, gum-stamped lot,
under the sour heat of the Sun.
I'm boy wonder and you're, 'Boy, how is he alone?'
Olive-skinned cardigan, pearl pores.
Hair like ink and a jaw-line sharp enough to cut an umbilical cord.
Vintage Nikes come to a point,
the swoosh as red as the cherry at the end of your cigarette.
I watch you smoke and choke,
before calling phantoms over.
It begins like October:
The leaves fall, like your friends steps,
the bronze sweeps the air,
like the curls of their smiles,
the air is silent,
like your words as they condense and drop into the mouth of a tanned canyon.
What could they ever do to conquer you,
my dear, fantastic frenzy?
Also, special thanks to my girlfriend, for her blessing.