Millions [Poetry]

firework plug

firework plug

august18twenty18

in the spokes I caught teen dreams laying fertile, rich with metaphor that is just begging for something more. riding down streets that may as well be empty, with only the wind for company.

it is these moments when one truly realizes the depth of the abyss. when galaxies start to unwind into sparkling words on suicide notes. when dead trees bend over and pray.

with a certain headache in mind, nobody can run forever. silver has always been better than gold, anyway. second rate, underrated. first rate, dead.

scars and bone tissue of the celestial still hanging on threads, and it still leaves the residue guilt. but sometimes one must find another star to think sweet nothings of.

maybe it's nothing, but bubbly grins seem to cheer up my day the most nowatimes. things are so far removed and hilarious that it hurts.

I need some time to mend the strain, come talk to me, push off my pain

because you are so dear to me, how do you do it? setting angelic burdens free?

who knows, not me, not them, not he - I just want to sit awhile,

because vanquishing the abyss can start with a smile.