Stand in March

A balloon landing in the low field behind your house,
elegantly crashing.
An umbrella sunk,
open under the shallow current of a stream.

A sunken umbrella.
Balloons elegantly crashing.
When depressed,
I want to have only this.

When you work up a smile
can you feel anything more
than the foam in your mouth?
When you're just like
all the lights in the sky going out?

The skulls are always smiling
from under their wide eyes.
They see everything
from a vacant perspective,
a comely, natural expression.

A sunken umbrella.
The lights going out in the sky.
What are we to witness?
I see only the push on your chest.

We're stuck here in these steps,
but please, stand in the march with me.

Sketchy observation.
A crash landing,
down with our currency.
Crashing,
going out with the current leads.

The skulls are always smiling
a sunken umbrella stare,
like all the lights in the sky going out.
Can you feel anything but the foam in your mouth?

We're stuck beating this cadence.
Don't cave.
Stand in mid-march with me.
C'mon! Stand in march with me.