boardwalked

sugar descends on minds of dust
dark corners taste so sweet
cotton candy clouds conjure
caramel chords
second hand sounds
(pyromania)
mired in minutes
so quick to be up in it
saccharine streams weld patterns
cobwebs that never matter
the smell of youth
saltwater taffy
never tasted so orange
before the summer storm
the jet star ran warm
railing new wires
fistfuls of unknown
they the beautiful they the strong
we the massacred we the wrong
a touch of you for me
a touch of you for free
stampeding honey trampling the dream
we drip
we fall
we do it again