{for a boy, there were hearts on his tongue.}
1.
lately i’ve taken up watching the infestation of life on earth,
and maybe it has something to do with the organized mess
of Jasper’s world
which, for the longest time,
he knew best at ground-level
as he walked the universe in his sneakers.
2.
i heard that Jasper was born in a taxi
between two states
and he’s had to work out the paperwork the rest of his life,
and maybe that’s why he’s so beautiful,
because he likes being lost.
i’ve known him since his world revolved around dead things and poking them
since he was in second grade and had bangs in case of
Calling on the wind,
Between the flying leaves
Trailing on the breeze,
Beneath the falling rain;
Traveling across
The weather-weary ground,
The distant, haunting sound
Of a howling train.
I cool my gypsy feet
In the dripping grass;
In a far-off pass,
I hear its wild cry;
Distantly it cheers,
Charging off so free;
I smile hopelessly –
The caged bird's lullaby.
The sky is falling around us, but you barely seem to notice.
We're watching as the sky darkens and the stars start to plummet to the ground.
Nothings changed, and it doesn't matter anymore.
Who needs the skylights anyway?