[thank you]
bubblegumstained rubble
winter.
no father new shoes
miles to walk
of blood from brain
of sung humanity
beholding the sun.
i am no apparel,
not that kid watched by
autumn's treesanymore
no city was home.
the new me lay
in some he's arms,
new me fueled by endless
nights working.
on a journey of sorts, he is.
glowing desert sun
under tracks,
maybe new me will
meet him at the café
and almost kiss him
