Yellow trees are all around
On my knees fall to the ground
He left and when he exited
I gave it all up to the heavens
Like an angel walking round in dread
Halo cracked upon his head
Burning letters in the yard
Every attempt to make it was hard
Broken bottles in a bag
Carrying the weight of them
Nothing left to drink inside
Can’t sit up; open wide
His friend walks on a rescue path then
Went to a church around the bend
Not though because it was
Ever her chosen religion
Conveniently placed a street light ahead
It’s the thought that counts in the end
And nothing had moved much
Since he was born trying to grow
Up in a town that was torn and
He could feel that it was slipping away
Bottle after bottle everyday
Where he ended up in a graveyard
At the foot of a man he had never met
And his t-shirt read Grandpa
And so it went as he balled his eyes out
In the lawn and the man said a prayer
To hold him on and lingering he did
Again and fell asleep at his granddads
Headstone which he found finally
Not too far from the prophet
Everybody loved it was death and
Living sanctified rolled into stone
The leaves collapsed over his face and
Crunched that time of year it was
Not quite cold yet but things were falling
And the voice of his grandmother
Was steadily calling and he pulled himself
Up from the sanctuary of remembering
And drug his feet further to her
Rosy steps where he managed to
Knock on the door with what was left
And he found her arms and smile
Awaiting as he contemplated
In conversation her eyes like pools
Of blue across the gloom
Sitting in her living room she
Gave him words that he was embarrassed
To seek for to be coherent and
Perfect was better than weak
“Stop drinking!” she said,
“Why’d you do that?”
He couldn’t come up with a good reason
Instead he knew that his time with her
Would soon be up as the earth
Only gives us so many grades
And she kissed his face
And she kissed his lips
And she pet his head
And no longer than did
He weep in the way he would before
But he couldn’t unfreeze himself
In certain moments now
Because everything was
Still processing from before
And his tongue was tied
And his mouth was sore
And his heart was hungry
Begging for more
But he remained
And sustained the memory of
Her doorway and the moment
That she gave him words
Even after she was gone
Her voice could be heard
Time is fleeting in front of our eyes however,
He still remembered how to laugh out loud
© GÄ
Poétique 