sleepless for as long as i can remember...(a poem) by lucas mcclure

shuffled sore feet through the oiled puddles of the florescent city street fallen into silence.
i mean i try to tell people i slouch cause I've got these heavy wings.
i feel them, like the god in my head keeping me to weighted to grow,
the tips that feel clipped, rooted in the chips in these shoulders that seem
to be so apparent to everyone but me, outstretched these wings reach
they commander the breeze like the webs that tingle in the inside
of my brain rattling all the nothings together, everything finding it's place
late night walks amongst dusty cities ripples amongst the pretty little things
constructed fragments of memories attempting to find the happiness
in the text and the in betweens. not everything feels like bad dreams
hidden under street lamps, these shadows dance the slip in weak knees,
side street dead ends. freeway silence that whips the gentle breeze
i needed to tell her that i could see the futures.
exposing everything in myself, revealing my seams and she couldn't see,
or wouldn't believe laughing it off. I mean, I wonder crazy.
reservations keep these conversations at bay
she laughs cause i can, not sharing everything
maybe things aren't as apparent as they seem.


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