Friends and alcohol: a tribute to fireworks and summer nights in rain

Sweet
Midnight almost
Down a road
We sit on a trench coat and I cry
To myself
Because this is like before
But not what I said
I don’t miss him

But now I miss you

Sweet
Midnight almost
Wet
You act differently
Narcotics
Handing in keys

They blast and boom and your friend makes us laugh
They crack and jump and you sit an arms length away
That’s just how you are though
I need to get used to that

Sweet
Midnight almost
Skin sizzles under touches
With a motion picture soundtrack blasting in our ears
A scrape that’s still on my back
Fuck ups
It’s not my fault
But it is

Not that we have much left
Only a few more stolen moments.

Sweet
Midnight almost
We got lost
Not that I cared
Little rubbery lips.
Against mine.
So chapped
Sorry
But your stubble itches so we’re even

Sweet
Midnight almost
Sitting in a park
Realizations

Stupid little hearts
Cut out of stupid little pieces of paper
Glued against stupid little finger tips while we wave goodbye
Stupid little feelings that I can’t comprehend

Sweet
Midnight almost
We danced in the rain
We danced
I cried when the fireworks died
Because I miss simplicity
We talked later that night

I’m mixing dates.
It’s on purpose.

Sweet
Midnight almost
Your hair shimmers and I realize all the things
That I liked before
Except now I’m not making them up

I’m a romantic, stop toying with my heart
Stop flirting
I’ll like you again
And our mothers would not like that.

Sweet
Midnight almost
You leave
With the door open
And a lock clicked shut
Midnight almost
You couldn’t just wait?

Sweet
Midnight almost
Missing things I never had

Sweet... sweet... the air? The sky? The rain?
The dew on the grass? The song playing on the “radio?”
Sweet... sweet...

I can’t tell where I’m going
But neither can you
So is this ok?

A bang a crack
More colors
And more hacked up conversations
While I try to figure things out
A swish
A slide some sparks and a fade
You’re not calling tonight

Sweet
Midnight almost
I have to leave
And so do you

As colors fly by
We have tonight
And tomorrow but not today
Midnight almost

Sweet
Midnight almost
Almost
almost...
almost...
we have time






kg Maley: black + white photos of fireworks
"beautiful things" ... they want to get in ... the real kid