Abandoned Obituaries

Embalmed tears against neon stained glass

So long I have tasted the vapor trails of ghosts

Take it slow, exhale through the nose

Pep talks in the nighttime confessionals seats in transit

Seats in the sky inflate the little kisses goodbye

Maximize the aesthetical scripting that offers cleaner breaks just for show

Fog rolls by on the outskirts where yellow dresses graced the cemetery weather

Looking for the proper burials that suited innocent boys clinging to smoke

Coffin' the dazed names, dates, and times committed to faulty wiring

From point to point baggage weighed down by stars and stripes

Patriotic waves of love pooled in wells of woe that ferment under heavy thumb

Cycles of doom follow the hint of hope that catches scent along the open air

Follow the leader into open tombs as mercury simmers in the microwave

The tell tale signs mark the paths into the night

House lights flash the cautionary doom ignored in devilish pursuit

We watched the same car crash on repeat raised on the re-runs

Confession sweeps the room clear

The laundry only lightly stained 

Fears swiftly dropped off for their standby flight

Froth steams in the throat as the separation anxiety strokes our hair resting in it's lap

Luxury panic only when the screenplay is picked up 

Ivory towers groan in the flash, and passing epilogue cuts through miles of red tape

Too close to the passing razors edge barely being lightly skinned

Truth, love and hate fall post haste

Film spills to the floor

Haunts fall out of touch

Shame washes off in the rain