God is a Lye

Piano keys ring; someone sings a lullaby to the sky. Hints of fresh cut grass die in the gust. Loose t-shirts sway as flagships darken the sky I'm stuck staring at. Trying to get a glimpse of transparency; I'm faded. Filters of reality drip like acid through an ego trip. Ash the stick, stick it in gear, inhale the intangible pale moonlight from the rear-view mirror.

Shoelace stuck in the anvil; it's painful to write an anthem for the mad real. I step up to the plate as grass burns silently unlike the goat tied to his death bed. Ghostwriters dictate the lives of the unexamined. Been standing on this plate for 24 years and never swung. Too afraid of loss to hit a home-run, but it's the only path back. Where the parents stay and the kids leave; where computer keys were all I believed in. Sin covered like palm Sunday foreheads; like an 04' Civic with the windows up and the blunt lit. Like it's our civic duty to blunt our senses.

Blood on my palms from hopping chain link. Blood on my palms from the glass in my fist. Mojito at the taproom but still feel stuck in a classroom. Please burn until I blacken.

Notes of mint.

E flat.

Clipped wings: bat in a nosedive.

This is my swan song; last attempt to play the "good guy." This is my childhood wrapped in loose-leaf and lit.

This is it, this floating. T-shirt flaps in the wind, expanding into sheets. Feet disconnect from dirt, back flat; eyes stuck

staring at the sky, slowly closing... Fresh cut grass…… Piano keys……… In the distance

someone sings a lullaby…………

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