Let's just saw we were flying kites,

Let's just say we were flying kites,
then
the devil's cloud gave
ghosts to the wind under black scabby redness,
wrought around a hole of popping flesh.

And then after she spilled the wine on his neck
Remember! he thought,
Hiccups, not longing long arms that hug loved ones with sexyloved eyes,
eyes so far and so close off
that she's a cliff
and he grabs at &
he loves and yells for her.

How pretty that sun sets so softy
while the people
cry for galaxies of gravity.

I stay up for those

I stay up for those
wicked tar nightmares
to avoid the sunbows
and rainshine, all a smear now,
watered down by the familiar
sound of hollow laughter.

You will forget that dim

You will forget that dim
memory of
those green leaves of trees
the ones
that sat out in the back
blue from snow and the hugh
of god himself
though you don't actually believe in that stuff.
But you do believe in the sky
and her rolling white hills of clouds
and the careless pretty birds flying through
dreams and hopes,
hoping one catches yours
and carries it back.