Graduation

Tippy toeing across the desert sand cracked Cement stepping stone road We venture towards The blooming onion bonfire that Rises like a medusa’s hair in a galaxy fueled by the heat of a dying star The raindrops roll down my china doll cheeks Makes my hair glisten like candlelight hope diamonds And the rain washes away my feelings of self loathing This weathered couch so lonesome in a field of curious horses Seats sociable strangers Intoxicated with vodka mixers and self pride Under an umbrella a polish model speaks broken English poetry Cuddling into my side instinctively she acted sisterly My body was their hurricane shelter and my arms kept them from harm He slid in on the ancient couch to seek momentarily comfort from the soaking tsunami Faded........floating on a wave of intoxicated insta-friendships that we made only in our kindergarten years when we wore tiaras and over sized dresses wide eyed and gaped toothless Imagining what greatness would become of us Superheros and Princesses The bass of the stereos fueled masculine desires for destruction They tossed the grandfather couch into the flames and became a beaming beacon of light in all the darkness the smoke spiraled as the fires creeping fingers consumed the skeletal remains of the chesterfield. Twas cremated at the early hour of dusk University was just the eclipse in our eye lids Life is a wayward hurricane NASA plane emblazoning on a rainbow runway spin yourself faster than a ballerina collapsing into the tutu frill.... brighter than a lantern fueled by essence of a thousand swarming fireflies Our naiive youth is but the past, we left it behind in this catacomb laid to rest