I want you all to keep your eyes peeled later
because I am flying a Cessna over the front range tonight
carving poems about all of you into the unblanketed sky
One warning:
I turn around when I see thunderstorms
with names we couldn’t pronounce if we tried
boom boom
I wish my words could be a shotgun blast at midnight
but boom boom
I keep gettin’ upstaged by that sky
and my
boom boom
gets weaker when the lightning rod mistakes clouds for thighs
and a lot’s riding
on a lack of rain tonight
and the sun talks too shy on my crazy skin
it’s hard for me to believe clouds break tonight
I thought they were more fluid than that
and it’s hard for me to believe in solidity tonight
when everything’s punchin’ change in my face
and I swear I’m gonna change in this place
where the air sucks
and the clouds tuck
their sleepy stars into bed at dawn
