Sunburned from Sunburned by Lt. Frank Dickens

Glittered in the golden light of an afternoon,
magically poisoned, entranced in her room-
Sunburned.
Wanted to be young again, to ash away the years,
to never wonder 'What is golden?', to gleam without the tears-
Sunburned.
Lessons perpetually learned,
The laugh lines in your stare
linger in the buzzing air.

Fingertips are melted candles when we're done,
marooned by tides we should have known would come-
Sunburned.
Wanted to be older, to laugh off all the tears,
to know our dust was never golden, burning lovers drown in years-
Sunburned.
Lessons perpetually unlearned,
With the worry in your smile
I smoke in solar fire.

(Yesterday there was no sun.
Instead, there were sparkling lights on cranes,
the reflections bright in the black puddles on the road,
the same world with different symptoms.
I have got to transform this obsession,
trapped in a hotel,
a scorched body waiting to play,
the setting blank and ambiguous,
the laugh track the waves I drown in each foggy night)-

Sunburned.

• Experimental
• Horses Records
• Jordan Koop
• Josh Stevenson
• Lt. Frank Dickens
• Sunburned
• ballad
• folk
• poet
• rock and roll
• songwriter
• Canada