You say it like a sentence
while paper planes glide
unregulated up
in deep indigo
above the chicken wire
Down
here we shiver, swag and drag smoke
Away from songs
and the silly dances
of fat assed neglect
women lure boys
On
the first of May
Are you home for a while?
are you the saviour and defier
are you the reminder
Of
Deep dark slumber stench
And frozen will
Where pajamas mold on sofas soggy
Awakened now stretching
Naked, shaken, vein blue
Tired and sad for you.