CHANGE

eyes closed,
how about we drink up
mid-afternoon skylines and
it's funny because we used to Be;
am i significant?

Call me in the middle of the day,
Heavy lids and heavy limbs,
All heady summertime and sidewalks;
Never do we climb glass stairs,
Going up--
Everywhere you are, i am not.

you are a paper airplane,
designed to fly--designed to fall;
four seconds of grace then you're a
car crash, bar fight, comedic relief
but it's in ill taste--
hot mess, you're just a Mess.