Years
ago
when
I was a boy
the
monstrous sky
gray,
crushing
flowers
eyes
so sunny
I
saw you look away
million-dollar
maybes
for
seamless stars
Great
whirlwinds
Movement,
passing
the
sky black
layered
in air
metaphors
like
a yellow skull
stamping
the thing out
crushing
out
the glowing end
Oblivious
when it came
left
foot amputated
after
a truck pulled back
revealing
crumpled feelings
When
you wish
pulled
and shaken
it
would rain already
sensitive
to the soil
in
the
sky with
little
cracks caught on tape
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
taken
off the air
a
long-lasting backdrop
a
formula symbolizing oceans
you
on the cliffs blushing
openness
entombing
just
stay as you go
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