Understudy to the Stars

Stories unfold from mouths littered with unknown alphabets

Golden ink flows down the jaws that struggle to remember the dirt, grime, and music of misery.

Hums of madness escape for their lives packing a bindle of beans for their one way flights booked last minute still raw they squirm in the light.

Paces of foreign limbic systematic overrides queuing lite motions of life.

Smiles carve back in overwhelming means in which the cursors forget where the next line begins

Pixel patterns of loving words, float hearts on shoe string budgets along the passage of time in sophisticated fashions none can call benign.

Careful collars tucked in just right blend in with contracts made in the light

Handshakes and silver teeth sparkle on the flights that soar over the moments where we were in love.

Soft amber, and coconut flavors that fill the pallets that we let wear out forgetting the golden touches of dawn that set on horizons we were bound to never forget.

Soft killed glances follow as the words flow from mouths not so delicate.

Carry me to sleep under lamps glowing with relaxing nostalgia that remembers we were once awake.

Drifting me under the cover of being caught up as a cotton spore along the daytime airlines

Feeling the shells that we outgrew

Painting our ex-lives as decor to line the pathways that we hope to see in bloom.

Gunshots parry the affections fostered in a controlled environment.

Where gardeners fall back on their original designs of floral collectives that appeal in plain delights.

Wide waves of light begin to interrogate the connecting smiles that subdue worry rocks as bourbon treats the numbing effects of midlife crisis's drowning despite the dimensional flickers of light escaping.

Every disc in our spines spins, and pops

The twists of denial are denied

Understatements kenneled for their sake

Relish in the chaos that bubbles below

Cannons sound where the days grow

Undreamt times

Undetermined climbs

Sands wash over toes framed on horizons

Planted among the glow