untitled ramblings

Paper planes fall out of the sky.
Silly boys wearing cow boy hats jump fences.
Girls teach them dances.
On the boardwalk,
in the middle of the wods,
surrounded by a town,
they flirt and set dates.
In the prime of their youth.
Cigarettes and cheap alcohol will scent the air
star dotted skies left outside.
Falling or not the youth won't care.
Their life is only about planned parties.
For now no one cries in the sunshine
but just you wait for the next morning.
3/24/2011

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Smiles fell on blind eyes
and slowly melt away
but I know you sense feel it.
Into the distance
the air thickens with pollen and heat
melting tension as it diffuses.
Petals fall away from stamens
left on the ground to whither and crinkle.
You may be able to feel it.
The pages in the book have yellowed in time
but the ink remains black in the moonlight.
None of it you can see.
The music carries its beat on,
a rhythm permeates the atmosphere,
you still have your ears.
3/24/2011