Reckless

Memory returns,
sea sick sailors rowing home.
Stormy pasts and harsh winters with
green splashes on naked chests.

God spreads across the sky
riding home on peace high,
weaving through empty streets, to the liquid clock
in the crossroad with dead ends.

Pain lost in reckless vice,
smile, smile, smile and smile.
Life rolls on
a long brown endless mile.

Fish eyes stare thru bars of sunshine,
surfing in spotted galaxies
amidst glimpses of nightmares
and closed doors.

The walls ripple outwards,
surprised at the space
floating through the bottles of hurt,
trying to end the day.