Ryan Beatty

knees halfway in the weeds weaving through the green, crooked sunrise the heat chased us to the east wind pulling at the wheat, endless goldmine and you, staring through the roof at patches of the blue piercing through the grey your hands reaching out to touch to you it isn’t much, to me it’s all I need crosses, curses, dreams and make believe you came to me proving everything now I see what you see clouds, dance and disappear the mountains in the rear melting slowly machines, can’t sell you what you need can’t tell you what you mean they don’t know you jokes, smiling through the pain chicken and biscuits on a plate get you to laugh at me it’s a shame, that nothing is the same the world doesn’t stop, it catches flame and we poured the gasoline crosses, curses, dreams and make believe you came to me proving everything now I see what you see I see you