Call To Dive-Subtle

Call To Dive - Subtle The lids on streetlights peel back To reveal row upon row of bulging black bird eye All gorged out toward you like exotic zoo snakes Heaped up on fiberglass rocks Fat with farmed rats coaxed down their throat Below them, in their brights Tilt finished arrows beached up on thin tin signs And where its corrugated stem injects into cement There is a deep fried breastbone Popping hard, half ate on a rich red curb All at once, this moment has no mercy On your color find eye's Stole blues version of Oakland As you make for thin ice on your You on you, violent night The next morning everything begins again over a walk Past a few balloons tied to a lovesick car salesman's wrist You press on a soft bicycle wheel chained up Behind a savage looking pair of woman's dress shoes Abandoned to the left of a tire tread pressed dead pigeon Lain askew in more rich rose colored gutter There, there Temperature taking your skin Tinged city wind catching air On your pleasantly imperfect And c-section shaped skull For once forget you're headed to the mailbox To drop more finished bills down to its gut Even though for all you know That's about as far as those things ever go As sad as it is so Kids today will never wear the perfect cape of clean air Nor one true brand new brazier of sheer luck Or does someone out there still expect that... The way a moth gives freely of itself unto the bulb. They will not learn their lesson From a teachers copy of a blackened lung Hung in the classroom on the coat rack Or left dripping in the closet during math Minutes passing nor from a nice new globe Made of gold, cast in the shape of a half eaten apple Not until the sun is on a stick The moon hung on a hook Desperate times call for step by step Schematics of the human dive The end One mile of week and will later A sunset interjects Donating the kind of red you only see in stores Affording yourself a bit more reality Some singular mood polarity If you could, you'd have a close friend Drive you off into the sinking pinks