back in the
d
a
y
we used to ride the dead
leaves through the hellish
michigan winters
all shady hazed and listless
and my blue car was nervous
around college girls
we made it out like kings of
a shit-hill-made-of-gold,
crowns reflected in our
bloodshot eyes
and we forgot all the names
of the days and the places
now, between stints in county
lock-up and governmental fines
we breath in deep and waste
our time waiting;
because they always catch the
fire but they never catch the
fireworks.
the sieve and the sand 
Wonderful !! Your diction is beautiful !!
apart from the diction comment… simply excellent… great title too… love it.
your comment cracks me up, God knows l am morbid on Sundays. Anyways, excellent stuff mr Hugo !!!
“and my blue car was nervous / around college girls” great line. Actually there was a handful. Good stuff.