While Reading Ladders to Fire

five.

You are shooting down stars

With the butt of your rifle nestled 

Deep 

In your skin

And shadows crawl and 

Seep 

Into your skin

Soaking it through

The darkness always suited 

Your weary anger

And dwindling moods

Dwindling, chasing

Firing too

At the street before us

That tunnels down

Deep

Into the skin of the sun

And is lost

Then we are lost in cars

With static and rumbling guitars 

Leaking

Out of the speakers

And into the empty sky

And I feel the city expand

And I feel your chest rise

And fall

And I feel myself recoil into 

The back of my seat

And I feel it all.