Boyish naivetee’ . . .
Something in the air was syrupy
As if the oxygen within could not remain
Unless affixed by a sweetened adhesive.
Nevertheless, my lungs filled and expelled.
And I understood you to be here too,
Amongst the clutter, although I spent my time,
Per plan, gathering the rest of your worldly
Possessions in cardboard boxes.
. . . All this scenery, so recently hidden,
Exposed, so casually forgotten:
It wasn’t the build up to these superfluous
Ideals but the wide open possibilities . . .
Copyright 2013 by Michael Marsters.
All rights reserved.
Note: This poem was partially inspired by
the book Heavier Than Heaven, a biography
of the late Kurt Cobain.