her mind is scrolling
blue, green,
purple-black, on a blacked out screen
all your gold
dark rainbow tips
skeleton bones like a hive of sticks
smaller fingers, holiday love
remember the future
for what you dream of
friday is important
are we going to talk about friday?
she has a plastic case of cupcakes
walking up school stairs
i look up through the window and watch her ascend
she holds the case like a trey
i n m y p e r i p h e r y
an old woman feels the walls for sound
"i wana take some lessons, norman
one or two of em"
carry the fish over the bridge
while youre under it
walking tied to a rope,
he scales, pun intended, the bridge again to meet u on the other side
nothing is little, everything is brilliant
a tiny pearl in a sea of trees -- his face.
hides, perched above the shoulders of his suit
a shiny glimmering hope
its all he needs,
button up shirt
carpet cowboy hats roll folded
matchstik bones
avocado tissues
fruit punch bloodbath!
courageous muscles,
there he is
in the sky lit up neon ice cream
oh, hes eatin it
and the world,
sky is purple and marsh-mellows make skyscrapers
it foods your beer
its got your stripes--
i get that now
no one else is here
just me
watching the sun
watching a father
watching a son watch his son watch himself fail
with shoulder pads on or something
in a plastic zip up bag space like ETs house
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