Innocence RoadThe highlighted coffee cup in the distance isInnocence Road by autumn-spirit
a sign that the cafe on Desire Street is still there;
vintage-looking, a New Orleans gem in a sea of
monochromatic sin, rusted gates and peeling paint.
The balconies are still draped with hanging moss,
vines and poisonous flowers at daybreak.
But darling, now I'm unimpressed..
Now I'm just sitting here on a staircase,
smoking a cigarette like some clueless degenerate.
“And what could make this night worthwhile,
oh angel of mercy?” I ask the figure standing
across the sidewalk in the cemetery.
His eyes are closed; marble, but he's still
guarding Madam Laveau's grave.
Still frightening; in his hand there's a sword,
a cross etched on his forehead;
this liquid-angel is the only companion I have.
Speaking of mercy, apologies, friend;
I guess I should call you, say I'm sorry
for lying, say I'm not okay..
But maybe you already know this,
maybe that's why you left.
But no, I want to kick myself for
thinking that because I know
SkylarSkylar, do you want the sun to come out?Skylar by autumn-spirit
Do you want the mountains to glisten like
emeralds just because you're sad inside?
Believe me, I understand the urge to leave home;
this pueblo; this city named after the dirtiest sin.
Boy, I get it; I do, I just want you to wait for me.
Dear Skylar, slow down before you get to the interstate
because I can't bear to stay here; rotting
like a sunflower, without my best friend.
We could tear through the desert and never look back.
We could hold hands, boy, and nobody would see or care
as the wheels of your Camarro pounded the ground.
We'd race to the edge of a forgotten diamond cliff,
Skylar, and disappear in a sacred Shoshone valley.
You think I'm crazy, sure..
But tell me you've never considered it before.
Don't you get tired of this lie?
Killing your dreams, it's poison ivy at night.
And I don't want to find you dead one morning,
a beautiful corpse; blond hair,
brown eyes by the side of the road, no..
Skylar, all those Country stars fell here,
raw rainbowsTonight, there are acorn chips in your brown eyes, little Scorpio;raw rainbows by autumn-spirit
glittering like Halloween night and candy-corn.
It's enchanting; that color under your sea-foam lids, boy; however
I admit that I prefer the chocolate that was there
before on the morning that we made pancakes together.
Your smile was sweeter then, too; yet now it's strained
as though you don't know whether to trust me or not.
It hurts even worse than the needle-point thorns
still growing; stubborn little bastards, in my father's garden.
I do my best to clean up this mess that
his neighbors have allowed to blossom.
After he left, it all went to hell; all
his hard work, a masterpiece out of nothing at all.
Nobody understands what those tiny fairy homes,
elfin temples, meant to him, dear.
The yellow marigolds were my mother's favorite.
Yet, now brambles block out their light, their serendipity smiles.
But I keep carrying on here because
without me, boy, there is no one..
Even you have seen the damage and
offered to help r
NadineOh Tennessee rain, how fierce you are;Nadine by autumn-spirit
soaking up everything, killing my nana's roses,
her wedding gift to my mom and dad.
Don't you care at all that this neighborhood
is going under, sinking beneath the damaged
weight of your impatient Monday tantrums?
It's not fair but it's just the way it is..
I was hoping to see her today, I was hoping
to get away from my usual crowd, drift over
the rugby field and find the girl with the bluebird notebook;
sitting on the bleachers, unaware that her
braids are unraveling as the sky pours Picture Day tears.
Oh isn't it unfair; girl, how you make me
shudder, freeze in a moment of awkward stardom?
Spotlights flashing; all eyes on me, all screams muted;
your approval, girl, is the only one I need.
These days, it's hard to think about brighter things;
Sunday afternoons at Westgate Park, kites
against a colorless sky; your own personal canvas,
Ferris Wheel ride.
When this gutless depression kicks in,
my anxiety is the enemy every time..
Classrooms stink o
When your sky is dark
and the earth is shaking your bed
your hope is at its end
you just need one friend
i'll be here, giving it my best shot
baby your love's got all that i need
Here, crying from the rooftops
nothing can stop us
if we believe.