Heat Induced

Expectations

We died so young

we never had a chance to live.

Buried prematurely

under the weight of green

and expectation,

our fate was sealed

before the final breath.

Is that envy in your eyes?

Buried above ground

our flesh rots

as it still moves.

Hair falling out,

skin sags so

gloriously.

Tell the children,

tell the children.

Thoughts Of A Young Man

I think of you

time to time

as I remember

the good things in life.

Dreaming of what

we could do

on a lonely day

takes me to a better place.

I can still see you

sitting on the floor,

legs crossed,

uncrossing,

revealing your

soft flesh.

Oh,

the things done

with that memory.