The Edge

The Edge

Above the blackest branches the moon hangs from a string

A smile on its yellow face says “I just ate my young”

The sky was stapled stars on a dirty ceiling

I opened my mouth and caught a snowflake on my tongue

The night was nervous, the cold air burned in my lungs

I found the edge and I didn’t mind

I looked down and saw my future circled in a chalk outline

I threw my dreams out in the street

My youth was in the distance and it was catching up with me

I found the edge

I rowed an open casket down a river of ghosts

A widow without tears sitting right across from me

She held me under water she tied me to a burning post

Because I wouldn’t be who she expected me to be

Like a breaking wave throws itself into the sea

I found the edge and I didn’t mind

I looked down and saw my future circled in a chalk outline

I threw my dreams out in the street

My youth was in the distance and it was catching up with me

I found the edge