I am a sargeant
In a one man
Army, a daughter

To a motherless father
There’s a heart that
Barely beats sometimes, and

It’s stuck beneath
Cellophane skin; stuck
In slow motion nowhere

The sky peels like dead
Skin. Clouds flake away
Only to reveal

More clouds. Pipedreams.
Seamless days. Semanas.
Meses. Years. The room

Spins around a bottle
Pointing to the only
Lips in a well lit

Room. It’s a saturday night
And i’m just like
Stevens. These eyes do

Not need sleep, they
Need sex, drugs and
Rock n’ roll. Adventu

Re. Smiles. Stars.
Sand. Fire. Strong
Drink and a sturdy love.

Perfect!!

loved this.