American Vol VI - The Calmer

I take the long way home
drifting like clouds
over cities
and boundary lines
that dot the atlas.

trails through lost towns
and the streets you grow up on
where postcards and flavored memories
taste like southern honey
and wet thighs
deep fried.

fumbling youth
speaking to the speakers
twisting bottle tops
tossing letters into sleepy waters
calling mother nature
like a bird on the broken finger.

Catching breathes
i lost in parks long ago
treasure teeth
i smile
she called me a gem.
Jammed foot
reckless texts
wrecking tests
a percentage of me
is imprinted onto you

and the vice versa.