escapril

focus on the color: some kind of sunset

i love it when you scream the words
that most accurately describe the hurt
when you're driving recklessly
and i'm dancing and crying to the drumbeat
and i love the way the sunlight
sits in my lap as we go
searing my skin with unforgiving
flaxen yellow

it almost makes this life worth the pain

and your chapped lips
pale pinkish kiss to the wind
opening in rhythmic bliss
you capture the passing foliage in your teeth
banshee king. wide-eyed and smiling
looking toward me as if
the disaster is imminent
and you just can't wait to get a hand in it

who the hell are we?

fledglings of a cannibal's society
basking in the dying light
our eyes glimmering with brilliant vermillion
here goes absolutely nothing
i'll hold your hand, darling
when the sun marks an epitaph
but then again
i would hold anyone's hand
during such a remarkable show