Poem-A-Day #186 : Nostalgia

Nostalgia

In the dark fields of summer - the heat escapes us
it crawls into the sky in tendrils of smoke - it creeps

Our heat is a suck - the roads hoard it like money

This isn't some theft - the universe gives no fucks

The day collapses - it shatters - it is our job
to find the pieces and to stick them together with gold

To hold this moment in our minds - perfect it

The pressure of our remembering will diamond it
until it is something that cannot ever have existed

An inner-earth ocean full of monsters

The darkness will not stay dark here - it will recede
it will become the light on the surface of a lake - your eye

It will also degenerate with time - it will never be a photograph
like the heat held in pavement - the night will leech it off

Star-spangled

Star-spangled 7/3

In this heat
My fingertips become suns
The room a burning skin
Peeling

Pressured

Pressured 6/2

We are cans of soda
beading sweat in the heat

We are fire extinguishers
aiming at the sky
raining down foam

A bowl of ice slowly
turns into clear water
pours down the sidewalk
and dries instantly

Night will come
the fires will be put out
and both of us will rest
laying in our damp beds
sweating frothing to sleep