Breathing air like sunshine
Summer tasted like copper that year
Sparks and stuck stars
Jet-lagged hopes of growing old
...
We left each other wayside bruises
You more than me.
Graveyarded apologies
...
Bed sheet revenge
Lead to closet insanities
But not clockwork clarity
...
We are threadbare royalty.
Let all the sugar of these walls
Stain our lungs with pride.
...
Time oozed slowly over sun-dusted windowpanes
Marching in lines so solemnly familiar
Leaking deja vu like motor oil
Our insides used to roast like that
...
Angelina
Breathing air like sunshine
Summer tasted like copper that year
Sparks and stuck stars
Jet-lagged hopes of growing old
Sugarcane mourning
Adieu
And youth rained and steamed up
Champagne glasses nailed to the floor
We scalded our tongues on basslines
On quivers and quitters
Struck up like moons
November
Then
Falling....
And to the purple pansies you painted under your eyelids...
Storm on, chaotic darling