Undo.

chadwick

And the night brought out the wild blood.
Younger than clock hands inside the moon.
Youthfully sweet rebellion handed out stomping boots like candy flowers.
If you can’t remember your hunger, what didn’t you learn?

Did the night inhale us like we did the starry weed?
Were we smokin fresh moonlight like many fireflies?
What didn’t time?
What did time?
What does time?
What is time?
Reverse seed birth to living a life dying.
Fading like carefree oxygen having no loss.

deadnothingbetter

chadwick wrote:

And the night brought out the wild blood.
Younger than clock hands inside the moon.
Youthfully sweet rebellion handed out stomping boots like candy flowers.
If you can’t remember your hunger, what didn’t you learn?

Did the night inhale us like we did the starry weed?
Were we smokin fresh moonlight like many fireflies?
What didn’t time?
What did time?
What does time?
What is time?
Reverse seed birth to living a life dying.
Fading like carefree oxygen having no loss.

hey, wow... this is probably the best i've heard so far from you. i like your descriptions and the way you use your words. that's always what i like about poetry. particularly the line, "youthfully sweet rebellion handed out stomping boots like candy flowers"