On the way home The sky was gold ribbons and pink lemonade And as the sun dragged down it darkened to a soothing purple. My heart hurt, and the breathing trees sighed and fluttered in the whispering wind at the ending day. I wanted to die; But nothing could be done, at least not with my family watching. My brothers and my sister were all okay, All was well, but while their heads are turned I feel the complications of my body, The suffocation in my brain, The carrion of my spirit, And I know if I had the chance I’d tangle myself in the shimmering cloths And plunge into the violet sweetness.
When the purple gave way to black I was in the city, My spirit filling out the shoulders Of a softcore drug addict. I slide into this body’s frame And I struggle to bear its weight but I smoke away its heavy shackles and all the dreams that are interlinked And from the high balcony My red eyes stare down at the beautiful streets And see the ugly story of the world unfold.
In early morning still dazed from the delirious night I walk alone in the brightening orange light. The smell of soccer practice rises from the neat lawns. I can feel things falling apart. And through the drying leaves Of the strong hearted trees Comes a cold new wind That tells me Autumn will hurt me in ways I cannot describe And will be beautiful in ways I cannot appreciate.