And I am burning, like a child’s slide
Waiting in summer for someone to give me a try.
I’m the words written in black at the top
That begs naivety to learn filthy things.
And I saw you in some cherry trees;
Resembled by the color created by the breeze.
I’ve begged you, I’ve begged you, I’ve begged you please.
For sweaty bodies and tear stained cheeks
To find the faith you must have misplaced
Beneath some grocery store reciepts.

Arlington

I was four or five miles above
Three Hundrand thosand men
Covered with earth. And behind my seat
-Everything orange-my father cried.