XI Through XX
Italian Garden
Smoke session under the stars.
We conquer the night.
Under Heaven’s eye
We play quietly enough
To wake the dead gods.
A piano sits
Quiet, defying it’s dream,
To play a person.
We wondered all night
The unforgiven future
Plastered to our minds.
We talked all night long,
While the party raged at home
Beer and bong hits missed.
Performance, on knees,
It’s best to please, a slick tongue
And thick loving lips.
We could have gone on,
Traveling through a day’s haze,
But instead we stumbled.
Dreams ruin our lives
Over active, Imagine
What we could have been.
Candy sunsets drip
Fire on the mountainside
We don’t know power.
I’ve met life head on.
I’ve fallen in many holes.
The climb up is hard.
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