Spalt and the shallow

We've jumped ahead
too many times.
With forced hands
and a story.

We saw them,
it had to be night,
they were
(in no specific order)
the moon and all it's inhabitants.

We watched them raise their young,
only to watch them die.
We mourned with them.

But atmospheric pressure
and combustion came upon us.
We would implode
and our words would then mean nothing.

But Most Delicate

They expected bones,
what was I to say?
A long time looking for this,
we've kept it in tact.

Cities were left in red
Your bed made
with fists and fire,
letting my back
keep your battle front company.

A whole world of towns.
Where you can retire your war.
Send off your eyes.
Graffiti on your posts;
illumination of them and their diseases.
Warped and coddled.
Goodnight.

Drink Alone Tonight Kate.

We laid crayons across the floor
while the band struck chords and hummed verses.
Delicate melodies and sincere lullabies.

Narwhals and bones
explorers and masts
the faulty plan
that led me to you.

What happened, though?
A grimace man,
shadows and foreplay;
cigarette between your fingers,
faceless.

She was beautiful,
or at least met expectations.
Flowers and hair.
They've always had their eyes.
She never argued.

She danced,
that he knew.

Knee Caps.

He was nine.
60 story buildings made it official.
They told his tale.
Rogue and post,
labels and vacations.

The Kingdom.

I met you on a beach.
sat in the sand;
the crashing of the spaceship.
Peterson pelted New York
while kin seek to drop his notorious name.

You sped it up,
I swore you were a world.
I set sail 48 times that day.
Led you astray;
You wore the rain on your sleeve.
Surrounded you,
absinthe after dinner.
Typography and the bandit,
warm winters and colder evenings.

It wouldn't kill you
to read the sign.