My dreams of heated honey spiced
and mulled groomed and spiked entombed
a quarter past a night time moon
lie high in grass and skirting backwards
upon a matted cloak of beards
adults in clothes and smiling shields
their faces change while smiles smear
like cobwebbed cotton candy
fields which bore a house of boards and nails
and sanctum shrined in gilded glamour
filling buckets watered sand
or filling holes like gods and hammers
breathing shallow every night
and waking dreaming waking life
perpetual from stress and grief
that man is only flesh and teeth
praise high our clothes and sacred meats
speak decent scraped and creased
leaves speechless bathed in heat
streets sinking paved in feet and fear
grief's preaching I'm all ears
he's reaching beasts in bodies
fevers drenched while taken from me
and I can't save you all I'm sorry

I was made by accident in 81
the summer heat devoured color reaching out it's palms and thumbs
and stifled growth and smothered Steven carving features soon
to spring uneven traits and tendencies that weave themselves inside of me
I should have stopped it there but futures not to be divined
and prescient moments are impressions nothing more should be defined
a bit of honesty and hubris mixed together intertwined
to make a sour bitter blend of boyhood postered in the mind

We made our shelter smoothing sandbars in the deepest portions
lakes and oceans standing taller than the depths forecast our fortunes
building bodies muddled nests and language barricades our reef
through thoughts and angst and eyes in sockets
souls and bodies lost in pockets
grabbing your attention flailing arms into the distance bargains
to be better friendships struggle still can't just forget you brother
speak to me like i can't comprehend you
cause honestly I can't
It's not because I never tried
it's because I never had the chance