The Poetry Society

A seed was planted in this heart to

Kick around these helpless streets

Acting out some

Deep devout andDangerous devotions

Where every person only gets by and

Men can die by the eyes of others

For once, the door is left open

And the savage arc of life breaks through

I swallowed the octopus that lives in my stomach now

I took my eyes out and left them on the windowsill

I dragged their costumes to the pavement to

Try out on the way to school

Tonight, both of us know

This town is vulnerable to any history we make

With every second it wrings its hands on the doorstep and

Presses the sky to the rooftops.