i feel you looming
heavy and dark
do not follow me!
for i do not know where i am headed.
there is good reason to leave
yet i make no effort.
oh, i see the sunlight! intangible
for i choose to remain.

you are a demand
you are everywhere
in my head
in my head!
why don't you just fly away
like the others did before?
i am worn, cracked, peeling
leave me.

I want to frame your perfection
in a box
and throw you off a cliff.

you hold
the moon.
you are an abandoned gameboard
pieces jumbled around, layered in dust
tired
but you can breathe.
I sing to you
lovingly
with purpose
yet you fade.
I can't seem to find where it is
you are slipping away to.

I climb onto the bus
5 days of rain.
I have no destination
but I think I will enjoy the ride.
the water distorts the windows
like peering through old, warped glass.
I am running away
from my life
the people I know
to find a new
place
state of mind
job
person
life
I don't know what I want.
one of those, I think.
I don't know the purpose.
I sink farther into my seat.
I am unstable, like a table with three legs.
buses do not feel emotions.
I am a bus.

tonight, I am born
launched through the galaxies and star clusters
the membrane of the universe, on its edge
the faults that **** me in
a swirling catastrophe
you won't see me.
I am nothing.
an absence.
the end of space-time, space in its whole
is gone.

you throw your fists in the air
angry at the world
at the death and the propaganda and the late night talk shows
you are a television
spiraling through the internet of money
you will find it
one day.

my life is a mixture of empty houses
lucid dreams and metal spoons
and you
the fire underneath me
a crescent moon of life
stop and wait
I am made of sand.

you smell like bonfires and salty sand
I want to run with you
I feel your energy
the sky is in your eyes; your hair
stars
we can be free together

do not look for me
I have run into a forest
I will not return
the air is better here
I can see
it is wonderful.
the trees are absolutely lovely
they talk to me about birds and grape vines
no torrent of energy or mind.
there are flowers in my feet
the song is not of the birds, but of the earth
don't call for me
this is my home.

you cry
like the sky on a slate day
the world is a tsunami of
coffee and dusty light
cityscapes
and crumpled pillows.
my life is a studio apartment
with bad plumbing
I need you
I am a plastic bag
I miss your green luminescence

you are a collective vinyl record of my heart
needle, needle
swing through the air
you play my soul
dance through the ruckus
the screeching din
oh, my ears
you are the sound of flowers

look at the sea
you say
but I am already staring.
you do not
understand
what I think about you.
you are a smile
but you **** me
drag my body through the dirt
I love you, I love you
do you see the sea
the way I do?

you bleed stars
I stare into your eyes
you are lonely
you want to leave
the forest.
you are dim
flying around in your sad sidecar
looking for a settling ground
I will hold your mask.

Stride into the dark blue night;
sprint among the fallen and smite,
the peeling forest and withered wood,
the battling weather--they withstood.
Break the oak of the woodland’s door,
make what once was be no more,
the falling timber and groaning corpse,
watch as the warm, damp, wood warps.
Be the fire that falls from beyond,
strip the moss the trees have donned.
fly across the earthy lake,
drowning in the endless wake.

the clock
ticks and ticks
and ticks
what can we know about time
that isn't that it passes?