Afterlives

High notes in full bloom scattered on the afternoon ease.

Enlightenment grasps through pours, and stone joints rubbing together bone on bone.

Cobblestone heart strings whisper like coconuts in tropical bliss covering the rituals of rinse, and repeat.

Skinned knees still the talk of the town as thirty years gurgle as the migraines crest behind the eyes that the blind close in disgust. 

Radios hiss out the nature, the dates and times. 

Cool is the nape of necks as the struggle bus is late as we gasp for more time.

Busy signals arch their backs in full existential weights as the climax it serves to meet wiggles on the forward state of constant freefall. 

Inertia balances as the terminal velocities sign along with the atrocities, and the exhibitions that even the light folk salivate to partake.

Contemplation the only thing that braces for the impact in full decline.

When we get there is soon enough as the fall kills long before the climb.

Trunks of time beam in motion too far out to sea to break our fall.

Worn out are the shoulders that the dynamically small stand on in order prioritize who gets to die sooner according to the call.

Comforting is the silver linings as they dig deeper hoping to cushion their descent while the rest of us break their fall.

Elegance, and radiance blend together as the glass forms on the tips of my wings.

Rising as a phoenix from the gutter that heralds an empty grave.

Dying takes forever when eternity calls out for you to sing.