Word Pictures Contest Entry, 11/18
|Pills got me trippin', just like the leaves I fall;
Head buried in your lap, rubbing your dick on my face
While I look up through the stiff branches above us,
One hand digging at the dirt, and one sharing your coat pocket.
Our old cigarette butts littered around the dead grass and trees,
And our old beer bottles we slammed down and then pissed in,
Remind me of awesome times, and I try to pretend we’re back there -
Our small patch of trees where we could chill and be hidden.
Those long summer days we spent in our long summer daze,
Reduced now to bottles and butts tossed in the dry grass.
Dead leaves and branches fall on us, and you brush them off,
While I crawl on top of you and brush my hair out of your eyes,
As the last leaf of Summer falls on your shirt;
“Do you really have to go to fucking college?”
The sun set, and I never get an answer,
But, just like Summer, you’re gone the next day.