untitled

from a balcony

tipped by lower back pain

and rusted mesh covered

in paint

eyes drop

through branches

before resting

scarred

on the ground

glares fall

on lovers talking

louder than i can write

lids close

on a lot

with cars parked between ribs

and the chalk staining

my hands

smiles cast

and left smeared on asphalt

or lost in grass

before i reel them in

with the line cut