Don’t Leave Him In Darker Skies
The invisible boy exists in
a darker night than before
where the day robber traces
stains in the sky.
His heart continues drumming
fading in out in out in out in
scratching up filthy memories.
Samantha Harris checking NO
and the great refutation of 6th grade
love at the hands of Jordan Johns.
Tables turn all the time and
too often to escape vinyl blackness.
His heart is a ghost in light,
seen only by his maker and the dimness
the candle lit on his last night with Nathan.
Nathan, the great excuse maker,
left Harry Potter’s cloak
and the boy still enfolds in unseen wonders.
He’s spun this account too often for light.
Do bittersweet remembrances ever
lose the sweet and melt to nasty flavors?
Does a wild heart tame by 40?
Or is it buried as treasures and secrets?
Time, the greatest fool,
bargains his best years for the
moonglow to hide the paper smile,
burns holes through his ribs with starlight rods
The boy, hidden by shade
raises a weak finger up up up up.
Small incandescent glows protrude as
smoke from an out-of-tune tailpipe
billows to the maker.
Don’t him leave this way.
Don’t leave him covered in sky.