the shadows on the ceiling diffuse as I watch
heightened nights and adrenalined days
I am alive, I live
Each day dawning anew,
my soul flies, I am a star.
But then the sun turns, the stars bleed from the sky,
bleed down onto my heart, and I collapse in the dirt
I cannot deny that a part of me will never relight.
the **** on my cheek will always linger
With one of the senses gone, others heighten,
the dark is clear, the cuckoos song intelligible
A jet roars past, and for a moment
in the deafening thunder, I don't feel the cavity's ache.

Moved around a lot
-Cockle-jocked kid
plastic with newness
Trailers dusty
roses blousy with thorns and white
pecked leaves mottled.
Resist these yards’ allure
avoid the
crackers’ friendly waves
Pedal to the Haven
piles of fill, construction
reduced tombs of left over
concrete
bricks mounds of playtimes
trenches in which to ****
off.
Trenches in which
mosquito larvae swim
skeezle-legged and
willow branches are
whips
pieces of drywall
soaked grenades and
wooden
are the guns.  
Summer haircut flat nest of
stubble
face and scalp burnt.   Enough
pieces of bikes to Frankenstein
one fine ride.
From the top of the hill
mawed youth
rumbles down to barrel
roll crescendo’d
stops.  Let the
good
times.
Close out the day draw its
petty dread adrenalined
Panting cuz you are
late and he said
six.
Sectioned eight
pink stucco flakes and
sweetened lead.
Tatty shades
shriven.
He’s a tar cracked heel
small white dot
white
blink
blot
thinks about a
lot, these yards
landscapes drifted, curled with
feet to face, conserve his
heat.