19 March 2010 § Leave a comment
it was some treacherous night
in late July when you and I
walked to the top of the rockstep stair,
talked of snowy peaks and hip hop
philosophy, got high on some
midnight sunshine, and
came down between where,
years ago, that school bus flipped
and where god faced off
with that redfaced little prick –
and amongst the ruckus of
the ambulance and fire trucks,
for their deathdefying little ones.
the skies turned grey just then
with cigarette smoke
and a hope that
the day wouldn’t ever end.
I mentioned they were killing me
but you said no,
they’re killing you
and the smell of marlboro reds
in the starry air, in my head,
is still your foreverperfume.