Summer Days (Flake Away)
The sky flakes away,
and falls into dust, revealing plaster grey.
The sun is lined with cracks.
The festering wounds ooze sickly black.
The clouds are thin and peeling,
like bubble gum from the ceiling.
The grass has lost its green;
it's soaked into dirt, and pooled along the streets.
Turning away at the door,
all of this time wasted for
the promise of summer days.
I've watched it crack and flake away.
Copyright 2009 by Dan Bach.