Him

[artisticfunk]

I’m a burn bright yellow shade of things
that haven’t yet taken root
I live in the space between the dirt
And the second to last branch
Which seems to scrape the sun

There is no difference between my body
And a loaded gun

My only darkness
is the slick backwards bark-
Like a merry-go-ride spinning off
Into distances gripped by time’s gloved hand

don’t give me a wing or a girl with a plan