And suddenly, without warning,
we touched the sky and declared
it ours strapped into the concrete,
bleeding through our convictions.
Saturday night smiles that taste
like foreclosure, we rip the bandages
from our pupils wrists thrust
toward the heavens.
We have only begun to forget.
Monday morning appointments
that complicate us properly, we're
ever so tragic snuffed out a flame
on the wrong side of the sun.
Burning holes in paper cups,
focusing all energy on indictment,
our eyes bullet holes in the door,
spread out like parking tickets.
Loading pellets in the ocean, unable
to trace our lies around the surface
of a bed nothing to keep us
from damage, threads in your silk
robe laid to waste; another kiss.
We never stopped reaching for the sky.
Arms extended in a controversial manner,
provocative yet oddly fitting, slowly decaying
before our very own eyes; nothing to keep
us still but the weather.
We cannot be controlled, feet nailed
to the moment, chains around our
ankles and our tongues
severed at the hands of a promise,
broken in the middle
of a stanza.
We laugh when we cry, and curse when
we dance, feeling the rhythm in our spines,
detached like a poem,
safe in the warm embrace
of an audience.
And suddenly, without warning,
we touched the sky and declared
it ours backs to the concrete,
breathing for observation.
