lungs and evergreen trees

we drink

to

get drunk,

we eat

till

we’re stuffed

we smoke ‘em while we got ‘em
and say ‘who gives a fuck’

to our

lungs

we are old

yet feel
and
act

young

when we are told
to walk

we always
run

late night imaginary pillow fights-

you are on top of me
and we

are

talking

till

3 or 4

in the morning

watching delicate deer
feet

go prancing
through

the dew

on the football field grass
which has been

surrounded
by

evergreens

since

the day
you

turned
23