Little Project

His paint was the sky

Coating the night black

I reach to understand the light coming from the open wounds on

His lips and the tip of each finger

The soft breeze moved the slim

Tree tops and brushed our faces

Horns from the busy intersection echoed off the walls

The wooden pipe left a sweet taste on my tongue,

While the smell of rich tobacco wafted up

The smoke curled in grey ribbons toward him

Then my ears were met with the lush warmth of his voice

Steven Michael was searching for sanity from the

Roof of the Northville Psychiatric Hospital,

Though his mind was saner than most

It searched and signaled through perfect sonnets

Not resting for much on nights when the monsters needed faces.

So choice was the sole expression I found to mumble

Knowing that because the red lights started flashing,

There was no need to worry about rain falling soon.

Come closer, girl in blue, come closer, he whispered.

The majestic spray-paint of justice glowed behind his silhouette

As the dirt struck us with its shimmering reflection,

The boy sincerely played the melody of a riot

With the monochromatic colors coming out of his mouth

Still, she will move closer and closer

Until his magnetism freezes her there

Nothing mattered to the vengeful kids

As they kicked glass off stories in silence

If he walks away, I’ll know the truth about

Running away from a house on fire

Viva la revolution screamed the stars

The monster’s red lips flashed off the dark painted brick,

Signaling our intentions to the waking black of night.


*This is the first of many poems that will be posted after I write them for my poetry class. It's a class that only meets once a week for this semester, but I'm pretty excited.