crackling over the hills
dust and fire and red sun and oleander
dry cracking lips
"i didn't love you"
* * *
if you stay on the surface
with your palms to the sky
and your chest full of the sunlit air
you'll always stay warm.
Keep in mind, sunlight never penetrates as deep as you think it should.
* * *
neon and thumping
loud main streets
hear the 35000 dollar motors sing
dry warm night sky sinks and greets
a youth here in the valley.
* * *
cut here. fold here. lift.
thinner and higher and smoother.
bleach this. burn that.eat this.
blonder and tanner and slimmer
change here. change this. change now.
YOU ARE READING
Lost Boy
PoetryWords I'm too scared to speak in the light of day. (poetry from april-december 2017)
