Spring nostalgia

 He saw school through the rose
all emotions summed up in a season
an everlasting puberty
coming together like an overestimating flower

A dream you put in a trophy cabinet
to polish on cloudy days
to invoke a past supposition
plugged into your high voltage envy

He saw school through the rose

Morning was a state of mind
hormones told him to obssess
Afternoon was a liquid heart
A long humid dusky desire

Unattainable flavor
Not privilege nor wallet could afford
Patience may have granted a whiff
warm teenage existence that I once lived

Living inside a can

 One thing piles on top of the other 
emotions are energy boxes
fancy patterns and paints on the cover
A face is a ray of them

the suntide astray it sends
too much of this modern day laughter
insane tones and pitches
squeezing your ears like sauce bottles

pessimism to live inside one
ketchup existance thick and oversweetened
the software of a minor disease over time
except your the one driving it through the daily grind

One thing piles into the wayside slum
open sewer keeps the trash on the run
A fastfood milkshake the waste of the poor
Unfold your shameless
over reaching giant straw