shower at midnight
maybe wash away some
daylight or some faded
salty stares

lean against the
wall and watch as
daydreams wash
over his chest

thinking slowly
turning over the soaps
smooth in his hands
and he sighs

and remembers a small boy
beset with curiosity
sitting quietly ignores his toys
and learns how hes supposed to be
learns the lines to spit at situations
learning platitudes that placate relations
like i never meant to hurt you
or it must have been his time
for everything there is an answer
or you always will be mine

open doors dont mean forgiveness
that sorrow begets more rain
tommorow will be yesterday anyways
and that beauty always fades

time and time again
his mouth opens
and the sparks fly
burning open eyes
and time and time again he
says hes sorry and
promises to change
but he cant remember why

and two and two
add up and make
a tense foregone conclusion
when all the
sheep and pigs
pencil in some face time
with the end of all of this

long walk at daybreak
open invitation
for holiness
or at least some cheap coffee

sidewalk is crunchy
fingers ears and
noses numb like
senses

and the shadows
on the buildings
resemble something
worth his time

and his mother watches him
and his father watches
his mother watching him
stack up a castle
and sigh as all the sand
slips through his hands

in a lonely space of sunlight
waiting for repose
responsible for urgent racing
and a shell of warmer clothes
is a promise of a sunrise
and a day unbowed by fear
and everything and no thing
and every forgotten year