Tuesday, March 27, 2012

The Sky was a Crushing Gray

Years ago
when I was a boy
the sky was a monstrous peacock
gray, crushing the flowers
eyes so sunny
I saw you look away
Million-dollar maybes
for the seamless stars
One of those great whirlwinds
Movement, passing
the sky went black
layered in air metaphors
like a yellow skull
stamping the thing out
crushing out the glowing end
oblivious when it came
his left foot amputated
after a truck
pulled back to reveal
other feelings
when you wish
pulled and shaken
it would rain already
sensitive to the lands
in the sky with
little cracks caught on tape
the silence seemed to crush
An edgy dark glamor
taken from his eyes
still too hot to take me
those parts of the video image that
disguise a predilection
twilight sky over pocked pavement
which weeping people wander
three long mountains
a wonderful shade of red
as the curtain is drawn
the fog blown away
Bluish-gray gravel
being taken off air
offering a long-lasting backdrop
The formula often
symbolizing oceans
with you on the cliffs blushing
signifying openness
mountain ooze entomb me
I'll stay if you go away

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