Islands

Hit the breaks

Smell rubber burn

The signal clicks

I wait to turn

Past the shingled house

Where you used to learn

My lips

Mist hangs heavy

Thick and bright

Flies mate in warm window light

I drain the hours till the waves at night

In silence

Moonlight dances on black glass

And the endless motion takes me back

She's both beast and beauty

Peace and class and violence

I like it here cause nothing changes

A capsule of our simpler ages

It's like God's name signed in wet pavement

Islands

Islands