Levitate
they call out "Son of a bitch!"
dark night thick like pitch
rooftops likened to the tips of my dragging toes
bend down the lampposts and try my nature at floating above the bastards that stole my skateboard where are
they
now
lumberjacks eating buffalo chips on the lunch bell
dropping hints of manhood
facade
crumbling bread crust in the hand by the duck pond
water still
Nutria's eyes demonic
hold my heart
on the pointed tops of evergreen crests
over in the valley there
are thoughts seeking out bronze in the linings of clouds
that graze the Cascades
The valley echoes every bit of lust and endeavor for understanding.
The deep void of the night can be risen above
And I guarantee it.
I guarantee.
I ---rant--.