Falling Just to Fly

When did talking to another human being become the scariest thing in the world?

Crabtree Falls, Virginia

Crabtree Falls, Virginia

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(by Tomasito)
She Doesn’t Live Here Anymore

What does Hope

Leave behind

When she gets

Evicted?

Does the house

Start rotting

The shingles peeled off

Like stamps?

A lonely porch

sagging under

The weight of a half-empty

Glass?

The walls

Crumpled up

Like despised letters

From a lover whose

Feet grew cold?

Does the hearth

Choke on soot?

Does the furnace

Freeze over?

Do the chandeliers

Crash to the

Floor?

Does anyone

Even notice?

-Faircloth Kirk

City of Whitewash

The light turns green

            It whispers of freedom

And all the cars fall for the lie

I open my eyes

            The City is gorgeous

                        But your beauty just makes me sigh.

 

Your air is sweet

            It’s sweeter than poison

                        I gulp it down like a drug.

Your glass towers smile.

            They think I don’t notice

                        The dirt they’ve swept under the rug.

 

I know who you are

            Your mask doesn’t fool me

                        I know that you want me to die.

But my mouth stays shut.

            I want you, I need you.

                        Beside me, the cars race by.

 

 

In the center of town

            Is a park full of rides

                        Admission will cost me my soul.

I know that it’s wrong

            But I pull out my wallet

                        And crying, I pay the toll.

 

Your streets cry out

            They promise me gold

                        But I know they’ll just make me fall.

I watch as you smirk

            If the meek get the world

                        Then, Honey, you’ll lose it all.

 

I’d burn down these temples

            I’d tear down these walls

                        But I don’t want people to stare.

So the City just laughs

            She’s seen this before.

                        And, like the cars, she goes nowhere.

-Faircloth Kirk