Bar

The keyboard keys stab seconds, twang
Violently like late autumn gusts between
Sticky drum beats that bounce hips

Finding lips that bolt words of noise, buzz
Defiantly like lightning sounds between
Floorboard cracks stomped upon the ground

Ageless bodies being rhythm in time, move
Motion and light around the littered glass glare,
Drank enough confidence to hold this stranger’s stare

The Lake

We are driving past the lake and the sky is,
This sky is,
An ambient glow and I am a sudden ambient flow.
My fluorescent blood bubbles beneath my skin,
Laps against my bones within.
Laps like the waves of the lake against the shore.

We are ceaseless, creaseless beings,
Being next to this lake and under this sky.

I want you to tell me, so
You tell me,
Through the passenger window,
The cattails emerge from the water
Like burnt marshmallows plucked on a stick.
And in a moment, a faraway flame
Flicks through the whites of your eyes.

You want me to tell you, so
I tell you,
The first appearance of some gloomy stars,
Like the buzzing bulbs of some stadium lights.
And in a moment, an ancient glory
Rattles its way through my bones.

We tell ourselves. We are young. Still.
We are for some time.
Endlessly, tirelessly young.
Till we grow tired, and drive home to rest.
Past the lake.