below the overpass we used to go crack open shells
carry some sandwiches and crawl into the underground
a burnt out candle and a dusty rope hook left behind
and bernie black said
dont touch them or yr dead
a new beginning
red:
blueberry bushes slick along our shkins as we crouch low
danger somehow wordless smells like rootrot mud n afterglow
his wide and brimming eyes made rounder as the air went thin
and black said
dont light that candle dweeb
save the oxygen to breathe
james dean and elvis camp each every other friday night
the camouflage disturbed pine needles scattered on the bed
it seems so sacrid to behold the quiet aftermath
and black slapt back
wheres the raccoon cap
i wanna take a nap
