Natural Eulogies

Blinding grey scales peeling back as lights harmoniously tread water sharing the weeping willows, tears for two in the same overwhelming retreat.

Our names volunteered as cuss words from the Caesars.

The backs of heads slowly disappear forgetting the pronunciations as the wounds close more than just skin deep.

The hum of drums quell and the rattle exhales outlaws no more as the sound of the engine, and forever hum a dirge that was once received in time where only the teeth grin, slowly salivating at the opportunity to haunt in word, and in relationship.

Waiting in the dirt, washing slowly in the tide keeping pace for the chance to wait a whole lifetime.

The triumph decayed blowing it's cinders across the synaptic campground of life, wheels churn the moisture from wells reserved of aged wine. 

Fermented under pressures

Cradled in forged agony prying the mind into a state of perpetual sincerity.

Sweet stitches that only continue to delay the fractures true friendship could not endure.

Holding hands as the house falls

Rubber meets roads of unknown countries

Fretting the day when the doors do not have to always be locked

Holding breath waiting for fresh air that pours through the cracks and waves of light blending the

bends as we no longer fight for clean lungs.

Nuances of the day coming down with sickness in the night,

Hopeless reminders go to voicemail where the tapes of confessed hate pools in mouths struggling for the right words to hang themselves on.

Grimacing tantrums leave the iris

The blood pools and the throats remain as open graves where the creatures of the night sip and swim in the triumph of dust as they float down river always in the drink.

Tires hum

Air blends with lift

Hair glows in shine

Hope being implied

All we have is time.