He conjured half a joint
From a hideout in his
Spare tire, said that's how he
Used to cope with the cold nights and
Lonesome days ,and to
Puff the other way
For he had to drive us back
And my heart laughed because the
Grownup and the kid keep
Arguing like a divorced couple inside
Of his head
We sung all the anime tracks
We could remember, even those
Older than my time that I watched
On VHS while my mum was in the
Kitchen making Sesame sweets
There was frost on the window panes
The rainbow would wink at me after
A day's streak of rain
I must've waited for years on that
Musty couch for my brother to
Come back from school, afternoons
Felt like a long dream and only the burn
In my fingers would slap me awake when
I snuck to have some buns before they
Were ripe for the picking
Why did I think of that while
Cooped on the back
Of that truck, humming away the
Last years of my youth, letting go
Of some sighs I had left from my
Latter disappointments
Why did the stars scintillate with such
Vigor even though they might have
Perished to dust right after
Why does the night sky feel
Both like the end and the beginning so
Much that one is possessed by such
Despair and avarice twirling in their heart
A serpent devouring all that is bright
It's only in winter that such moments.
Feel infinite and death does not
Exist.
