we do fade

 clinging to the midnight air

brazen dandelions emit such

fiery fare: playing our end

carefully winding us through

like nihilism up in the wind

all i can say

cant be said to

or recounted

on syllables hang

such a view

midnight postmen hear it displayed

from and to/to and fro

up and down the down promenade

here is the message delivered

straight to your steps

written in grass

lookit the angels

are saying

we all fade

we fall far when we turn all our laughs

to a soft

song goin along till the poet falls off

like drips from a candy corn snowman

now rain

what you expect

when in terrible company

silence gets made