Lake M

cross alignment, a wee bit ago

 

there's no edge, just fake

terrain.

that place where we

last watched the fire comets fall

and flail

 

 

 

brothers and sisters and lovers, we

sat, by the concrete slabs

and B wanted to know

"When is it gonna happen, f****n-A!"

and we didn't know

 

we couldn't even be sure what

we saw was real.

like now, we hate the nowadays

 

we hate when our friends talk about how old we

feel

how they feel

because we feel the same

we still feel like we're twelve

waiting for our allowance money and

 

our teeth is wearing thin from biting down

gritting hard

denying all of the things we need to say:

 

"Maria, that wasn't a very funny joke"

"Gordon, I really hate that song."

"George, why don't you try to start a band with people that actually want to play?"

"Lucy, I really miss you."

 

Over by the not-so-wholesome sand

Lake Michigan's litterbox

we watched things cross-align

watched the satellite wink garbage signals

we swore we saw something unknown, fly past

we swore it was something, we

kept watching and waited

watching, just waiting

maybe that was always the problem

 

 

 

we still keep watching and waiting

while adulthood sneaks up from behind

 

 

Reviews

[Sseoni]

I really enjoed reading this! It was well written, greatly detailed, and very descriptive! It reminded me of my childhood memories as a little kid! I think you did a great job with this poem!