* This is a fictionalized account of some shit that actually happened. All the names, locations, etc. have been changed to protect the innocent as well as the guilty. – JG *
autumnal dusk, cathedral shadows
shades of 1985
unnamed suburban street sprawl
miles between curbs
toys left on lawns
manicured, tight
sexy dreams of adolescence
falling asleep with jeans full of cum
cream in your jeans
shadows lengthening
drugstore smell of disinfectant
Stolen Here: candy, gum, condoms, calendars
causes, effects
empty emptied suburban sidestreets
doorways sealed with kisses
preserved in dust
televisions off
electricity silenced
red waves of sunset
lapping at the shores of the sidestreets
walk the curb
this side is lava, this side is sharks
don’t fall in
your eyes your lips your breasts your hands
all washed away out and over
lapping up to lick the bottom of my heart
don’t fall in
strange echoes from the athletic field
cheers, curses
beneath the bleachers the beach
smoke-filled city-states
unwholesome and potent
the fence
it whispers to you now
conjured from a circle of cigarette butts
away
away
red sky at night
red sky at morning
red sky in mourning
red sky forever
nine graves
voices stilled
sadness established
mysteries peeled off
layers of onion
thin last pages
all blank
whodunnit
no one knows
a locked room mystery
in the open air
the streets widen
the air thins
they’re not breathing
no one is
preserved
and airless
