Where do I start this time?
The grass is yellow outside in the dark.
The rain failed to spread in the wind
As the earth’s skin cracked.
I must mention that boy who lost the California Death Game.
I saw his beautiful friends crying into their phones.
“I’ll always remember his smile.”
He flew back in cargo.
So it goes
this night without guessing.
All time has passed
And I’ve signed my name
So many times
In the rusty leaves of Rhode Island
The ocean softly compromises
history coughs up a brown reality
The cellos and the cigarettes cry salty tears
I must mention a lady who quivers sleepless in a purple sunrise
She sweeps her efforts in between the fiery cracks
All the possibiities glisten in the horizon
The dust swarms frantically
A few notes fall from the sky
Just out of reach
And her fingers shake in a tragic application for approval.
I must mention the girl
who swirls about in her lava mask–
Kicking the attention buttons with her tiny
She shouts out her imperfections—
Drunk and agnostic
I wake up tasting tears
At the last stop.
I must mention the death of dignity
In the late night decay that haunts this spot
With photographic graveyards littered.
Once upon a time, time stood still.
I must mention my dreams—
hopeful and help less
plastered to my drenched skin in a midnight cage.
All sounds monitored.
–WILL Will will