Manning Park

Brother's eyes
You're my favourite mirror
You put me on a throne
If I divide in two you'll see one side
Repeats in tangled letters
That spell your skin and bones

Brothers climb
Ragged on the ascent
And soft on the decline
Show the thrower how his feet decide
Like arrows on the front lawn
They guide you every night

Backseat fists and baseball gloves
There's a stutter in my wrist but my eyes say what I'm thinking of
And you read them like you're fluent now

Riding high
On the plaster footprints
That stalk the dresser drawer
They'll walk the laundry folds like skin before
While pressing feet meander
And stumble out the door

Backseat fists and baseball gloves
There's a stutter in my wrist but my eyes say what I'm thinking of
And you read them like you're fluent now

Backseat fists and baseball gloves
There's a stutter in my wrist but my eyes say what I'm thinking of
And you read them like you're fluent now