Writing

Scream Out Loud

Summer falls with rain
Pictures of pretty children in brown dresses
And brown faces and brown hair
And silent eyes
Dead eyes and burnt corners over exposed with
Moonlight on water she's
Crying on the dust and the wood and the
Silence
Blue velvet mirrors and drapes hung in
Swinging ribbons
Open windows and breezy dusty rays of light
Waiting four thousand seconds and the world will
End.

You're portraits on walls with American eyes
And shiny smiles over cast, over hung
Over done throwing careless exhaustions
Making senseless promises you whispered you'd
Never tell and tomorrow I know there's going to be
Fighting in the street.

Dance on tiptoes and fly. . .

Pretty sunsets and you'd laugh and murmur the weather
And measure the stars with your fingers in little
Curvy right angles
Standing up with your hands on your back
Stretch and just open up for a moment and
Scream

Do you never just shout?

It's like games and winter air and I laugh because
They scream into the water and graphics turn in and out of
Pretty curves and pretty thunder to

Pretty running pretty legs and I cried because He cried
And I laughed because
He laughed
But I never just scream
Unless it's early morning and I'm running through water.

Not a real picture curling edges curling leaves and dancing
Windowpanes like soil in crumbling smiles making the world seem
Darker and darker
But it's easier to believe
Wake up sadder, wake up wiser, wake up with moving skyline
Dancing in your eyes
And her face with tears like little tributaries
Make all the difference and argue with the world because it's all so
Wrong.

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