Mean
Time
Forward
we are headed back
backpacks full of brainwash
backward ideals
and break downs.
goals set on the back burner
backstabbed by
backslapping baboons
in the background
of our back lit lives.
Pop
he chuckles to himself
for he is his best friend
Present
neither here nor there
rather, somewhere in between
a moment to reflect
on what remains to be seen
Now
lay face toward the sky.
Blue
when i see you, i smile
when i dip you, i laugh
i spread you around the sky
you keep my legs warm
you defeat my thirst
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