Pollen in the Air

Quiet in the ever after in our supplemental chapter
This could be a cool disaster, we didn't care
Laying in the dirt and grass mess in the leaves a makeshift mattress
We were never good at this but we're getting there
Make believe this moment we could be anywhere

Pollen in the air that night, floating in the dusk dim light
Shining on the concrete falling down from the open sky

Maybe this is recognition, safety in a shared permission
Whatever this insinuation is flattering
Feeling fully saturated, fumbling on the edge of language
Under some bright corporation's light flickering
Neighbors in the alley slow start to bickering

Shining on the concrete staring up through two bright tired
Blood-shot eyes
Shining on the concrete see it