The deranged.
Now, I crashland
He trolls by that narrow side
Leaping, and telling
If there ever was…
And if everyone knew his story
They could never have listened
And they never,
with a smile
with a jeer
A laugh of sugary mock
A laugh of crystalised luck…
How he knew
how one night spelled
Empty seesaws creaking
and birds that have gone insane
Have lost their names…
watchfully careless
Twisting their necks to
know who pirated their songs.
Crashing into
the leaking glass windows.
And they crashland
And how that night drew
resident frogs leaving
And flies that have lost
the game
they never came…
When the uninsured paddlers
hummed pain like a stolen song
Accidentally frying themselves
with their own dimlights
And they crashland
They would die
And he would tell, like none of the
others can tell:
Completely how they sounded
Completely how they played
Completely how, completely how…
With a grin, with a little pride.
And would crashland.
I wish he knew I listened…
-bejay
