Longbranch (Won't Cry Part 2)

Poison gas exited the ground

These chapters written down

The absence of his smile

Coffee grounds

Photographs of the town

Flint mounds

The smoothness crowned his cranium it produced endless entertainment

The suburban air flagrant

He'd be pacing with my sister round the neighborhood while I'd sit in the basement

Unfazed not yet jaded

Savoring that chocolate

These walls once wood not yet painted

Those were the days

Before the wallpaper went away grandpa fed me grapes

And I remember the rage when walls red

Turquoise paint

Went away after he worked more days

Grey replaced until death date it's gon' be like that forever

There's not closure in an urn, and to dust you will return

The flames that burst, ruptured any courage

I had to keep earnest

Kinfolk waiting in the heavens

One of the last talks we had reminisced on the blessings

I remember when I was seven

The trips we'd take at random

Didn't relate in the fragility he crept like cancer

Liquor made him a dancer

Retired, He stayed on his deck like a camper

The last burst of strength he held onto like ransom

Own terms

His own terms he cherished

And that's apparent

There's not closure in an urn, and to dust you will return

The dust will serve its purpose

The flowers in the earth couldn't bloom and that's for certain

The moon light gloom and the tomb night's tune it repeats immersive

Still I rue that truth the stu where I go to disperse it

There's not closure in an urn, and to dust you will return

The flames that burst, ruptured any courage

I had to keep earnest