It Ain’t You Or Me
i try not to look into his eyes/ or I might get lost again/ summer ripples in the thousands/ there was no food in the grocery store this morning/ he is the high priest of sparks fly from his eyes day by day just like this day of ordinary consequence/ he is becoming hardened/ at night, shooting stars/ we are quarantined together at the hip/ summers and the soldiership/ even the clouds will sneer as they churn the sky itself to white/ we cover our faces in masks of grief/ in the late witching hour, his tongue in my mouth tasting all the prayers of death/ the pain outside the boundary of the door is speechless/ i can only speak in songs/ an ambulance arrives next door/ don’t look now, but it ain’t you or me/