Letter Three

i am a swimming pool cool and empty

i am eternal summer reeking of skinned 

knees and heartbreak

singing drug-addled dreams into my mouth

now listen to my hollow smoke song

the way i harmonize with the train cars

those great metal beasts

the way they, too, are nothing upon nothing

now i dance to the sound of the terrible city 

now i heal the earth with my clunking stone feet

i confess i am alive for the lover boys

who sit on the sun baked cement

in the dying summer

and ache relentlessly

i am alive for the color

i am alive for i am the popsicle

melting on your leg

blood red and sickly sweet