A Heap of Crackling Dry Disposable Leaves

“Together we will burn up the stars darling,
breathe in the chalk-dust of grey skies.
We’ll soak the sun in our blood
and wring it out, and scream
loud, loud, loud…
our voices boom in the galaxy.

Tonight we’ll wish our tears away,
put our demons in the back-pocket,
and press them down, down, down….where they will stay.

And we’ll run with the wind
and rot upon the dry Earth, 
like a heap of crackling
disposable leaves.”