Spilling Through Brooklyn (on a Bastard Night in the Past)

the best years of our lives
are song lyrics
and being mutants
putting our shhhhhh in front of our shhhhhh.

one reason I still write
about that time and that girl,
is because nothing has ever
more natural to me or Earth. 

and as I walk
in a land that left me behind,
every corner reminds me
of certain curtain moments.

I am running
from those days and nights,
but always looking back,
wondering the horizon will heal me.