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.
