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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