Alternate Ending

Boats long gone

Moats too strong

Songs are not wrong

Meant to ease the end of our worlds

Smiles turn to anguish as I grow old

Holding the inner child down with the tips of my fingers

Strayed too far at the edge of the world

Endless mountains that range through the catacombs of this head

Friends turned to statues

Streets still at the same dead end

Thrown into the pit

Off the map out of bounds

A soft burial where the takeoff exploded on the tar mat 

Disintegrating pieces parts of the clean up

The whole of being too late

Under the weight of the blue moons

Where innocence finally can lay it's head in the fires

Walking through shooting sprees

and bomb scares

Where my eyes would begin to glow

as the combustion painted my smile across the lawns where we never sat

on Saturdays where we agreed you were prettier than ever.

Folded into a suggestion box

Filed under easy listening

Homesick for a place that exists on the edge of summer.

Comb over the records

The cold cases warm by where I've caught fire.

Too late

too soon

Underneath the glow in the dark stars

The boat dreams from the hill