choke on sweltering
Watch crystal skies wreak
draw a smile in it.
a hellish orchestra.
greedy reaching hands,
These ones smile.
Their tongues flicker promises
not to break him, not to harm.
Laugh at the redundancy,
their naivety; the kids, parents,
At the already shattered, molten,
then forged in iron.
Grip the fabric that was let go
with white knuckles, shivering lips.
Liberate, emancipate, discharge,
through shaking eardrums,
pounding, echoing through skulls.
Ring in the emptiness,
wallow in the blistering absence,
Choke on it.
Reverse another pink sunrise,
which whores sad stained eyes.
untouch down in the brick jungle--
the antiqued wilderness.
This is it
into the dripping night
and morning that sticks to skin
in fresh layers of paint,
paint that belongs to a white picket fence,
on shiny barracks.
Back up to cheering.
Unpuff the chests, unstretch
the expecting arm and hand yearning for
that firm grip, denature the "I love you's"
erase the pride that keeps them undisclosed.
Unstain the shirt, dry every tear,
unwrap that last embrace.