another bow to the clouds
another poem for the sun
another dead soul hidden in trees
you'll never see me for me
and i’ll never be me for you
i'll never be as free
as being caged up in a tree
only waking up for when the EL stops wanting to help
those who need it
then falling back asleep
watching myself get undressed
by the shore
with the tips of my hair on fire
dreaming of lemonade
and a friendly motorcycle angel
to die by my heavеnly arms