School

I think The Earth is moving

It’s not where I Left It

When in my Second-Story, Circus-Red-And-White-Striped childhood bedroom

I Knew never 

Would wrongs be deemed Right
Should the voiceless be Silenced
Could I stay and just play School

Did you don Your cape then too

Mute

Why
So to spend a moment more
Without rolled up sleeves
Starving the fever of me
Indulging the ever empty

There lies the answer 
Evoking so much
Here stays the question 
I’m warned to not ask
Why

Rooftops

What is there to say to the silhouette
Eyes and heart now stolen

Haunt me more
Keep me again from sleep

Let the light take its leave from your shoulders
No it cannot be

I drown in words
Though speech has escaped me