Quote of the week...

"Drink a drink to tonight, Whiskey Words tumble down in the street..." - Aztec Camera

Thursday, June 21, 2012

August

Crouched down beneath
A hummingbird's fluttering wings
Sizzle in heat
A sun torn apart

Its shards are falling down upon us
Cutting clouds in two
Making monsters in shadow
Our parents wouldn't recognize us

Mom, you wouldn't recognize me

Skin covered in a wet film 
Droplets moving from brow to chin
All the oxygen gone
Even blood sweats

We laid on the grass
Conforming to our shapes
When the sun lights us ablaze
You won't recognize me anymore

Dad, you won't recognize me

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