Somewhere 'Round Here

Words failing like the plywood patched planks
of the garage where we played as kids,
hid from our parents’ white picket prisons
in our own dirty world, dusty knees working decomposing leaves
like pestles on a mortar, a fractured foundation.
Found when I showed you mine, you had nothing to show.

Memory failing like the last lingering light
through the row of windows flows a hazy glow
tattooing your budding breasts, echoing moans like the boards’ groans
while we were branding beams with the blood I believed bound us forever,
fingering the fissures fallen soft with the damp heat’s imploring,
exploring new places I can now no longer place.

Intention failing like the randomly restored recollections
of a location lost under a litter of leaves,
a sedimentary strata, silent pages at the end of our story,
our hidden home now a silt shore that shifts and slides.
While I try to hold on too hard, it slips through- I grasp,
gasping on the ground, foraging for what I lost somewhere ‘round here.