close your eyes. go to sleep.
my sweet precious boy.
don't lose a wink for me.
salt water calls.
brave men in piles of ruin lie.
in his boat.
his colors flying.
we've fallen down.
i have now given
every star falls.
every plane crashes down.
every night we could drive twenty miles out of
town.
and watch the pinholes as they come down.
we'll watch the satellites.
we'll chase the fireflies.
i wan
got fever again.
your feet are colder then winter in wisconsin.
sweet dreams reluctantly end.
my freezing hands burn to be touched again.
i'm not desperate or deep.
futile wants surfacing.
wind up my
swing set silhouette.
stinging my sunburnt backhands.
breaking cigarettes.
mending fractured seesaw slip-ups.
why do we confine our steps to the dotted lines.
we show our play.
we stole the game.
we
