fun, err all

there are days

when we all feel

like gutters

but know

that even then

we are needed to

clean the city

*

lungs like lightning

short bursts of

a spark i used to know

on days like today

sunny and steeped

parent’s telling us not

to do it anyways

and us saying anyways

doing it any way

even if it meant leading

us to then

where you’re coughing

choosing your own name

telling me what you want people to say

people like your parents

who will look back and say

i told you so

i told you so

don’t play in the rain

for you will get wet

and that will lead you to being sick

and that will lead nowhere

which you said wasn’t so bad

given that before then

you saw a tree of light

branching towards the ground

to find you

and bring you to

the god’s riding fire

and laughter

your parents say

nothing to me

when you’re there

and here

at the same time