House of Leaves
I have a thing for haikus, geometry, and the Doppler effect.
A smoke ring hangs
locked in my gaze
refocus, razor sharp
look, learn - listen
A thousand words
typed out - the
One thousand years a sail
across uncharted fathoms
betwixt heart and mind
what will I find?
Through rivers and currents
forgotten dreams and fantasies released
dandelion seed wishes upon a star
but the sunrise can't come soon enough.
I must admit,
my grip has slipped from
time to time
but the doubt I hold as mine,
a tender reminder to draw the curtains
and rest for a while.
In the end, sweet man
I have followed the light far
and disregarded many rainbows along the way
but let go, I must
and quietly trust
we will meet again
when the time is right.
To an old friend
One whom time is of no matter
For we know how that really works
No more than a mere trick o' just about everything
Wailing Waits into the night
In nude, rambly, and full of philosophy
Deep into the abyss of letting it all go
I will meet you there again one day
As I fondly recall
The musings and rantings
We will change the world, no less
and gods be damned if they stand in our way
for the noble naive heart
is stronger than a bull of the gods
But what was unmended has drifted
and dare I say withered
the sting remains and though I may
embrace the pain and deny with all my heart
I will hold my tongue
and let you float away forever
but I hope more than prayer
that I will find myself running through wood
again with you so soon
hearts following amanita
human being in front of me!
Know this! Know thyself!
Is what they say so they say
the price is right k
now what time is it?
And wind swept like locks
tightly clenched fists
in the heat of the moment
who could have known what would happen next?
Bay windows and salt water breeze
A modicum of dust in a mote of time
Floating in this breeze only for me
A beautiful singularity centered
The sky is frozen and I hold
Everything for you
Who writes faster now
The booze or the insomnia?
Who slept where next and
when do I work tomorrow?
If I may be frank with you
and confess my unabashed ID
I absolutely fucking adore you
and I want to shower you with
every sort of glee that exists.
I can't tell you that yet
Dope bonkers motherfucker
Brycical, hey man. Say hi to lord governor of the
tonight seems like a good night for introspection
an appointment at 3am more like
with unconscious bleeding into too stoned
how many drinks was that?
move with the beat with the sound
I can't stop wiggling on my floor
Who knows what day it is anymore
When the rhythm has you in its current
Why would you ever ever let go?
Flow go with the glow
I love you, know that forever
Always with everything and all
Another hit remember me
It seems so far but the pavement still seems close to me
Lost teeth and dying hope is what we did best
What more could we wish for
Through smoke and a prayer
Will this day last forever?
Under the bridge is where I still sleep
Where the concrete guards my heart and my home
And I know in the depths of the rot and the stone
That the echoes persist and my dear
My friend, my ally, my comerad, however the fuck thats spelled
we are you are
A quick glance, eyes meet
Avert gaze in a panic
Such an awkward twit
Pretending to look elsewhere
Bashful grin gives me away
funky beats, rhythm
pretending i'm inspired
just nodding along
suddenly its dark
and my brain is in a fog
staring into space
"Look at my knowledge !
[all my useless facts and lack
People who talk too much
Everyone's truth is bullshit
Everyone's bullshit is truth
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Life unfolding like
Thoughts tumbling - domino
Wormhole in and out
Vortex floating through my head
Death, rebirth, repeat
Breathless and formless
Doomed to fate in the making
Self reflection makes people watching more interesting
Gazing thoughtfully, passively at nothing in particular
Reality: just a trick of the light
I am therefore I need not think
I've lost my mind in my mind
I'm running out of restriction and limitation
My smile, for you, because of you
Little sparrow briefly camoflaged, a leaf falling
Feel free to improve my punctuation.
Little granite square
My attention span restricted
To the corners of a cafe table
Think outside the box they say
Back hunched over, headphones in place
The universal posture of
Dear god leave me alone
But I really do enjoy your company
Diving into this glass plane I'm tapping
Rhythmically yet sporadically channelling
Musings and mental static
Into broken sentences
And peculiar patterns
Some kind of rorshach results emerge
From this rubble, I imagine
Brilliance or hopeless insanity
That will likely be deleted as soon as its finished
But I never really finish anythin
Old man cataract, milky way, nebulous gaze
Giant fly eyes me a million times
I can't remember forgetting to remember everything
The untouchable scratch and sniff sticker book
Bubble wrap and pillow fort therapy session
The vaguely indescribable urge to be obscure
A moonshine tree grows in my bathtub
Making wiser life decisions like a fool
Life: an infinite, self perpetuating logic loop
All conceived at the little cafe in Cambridge, MA where I first discovered it.
The moon sets quietly now
You can release your grip
There's no fear
to let go of
Break the silence please
We're caught in that
You're just out of reach
my little civic
secretly thinks its a tank
hits deer, keeps going
Coffee stains and heartbreak pains
cross your fingers for me
there are many roads I've travelled
they're just roads.
Who the hell are you?
Well I haven't got a clue.
Wonder if you do.