I am lost
in my mind
swimming in a sea of personal perception
two wrong turns and a missed stop sign
two bad moves tied to an overreaction
two eggs cracked into the void
and a radio tuned to nothing
spewing out more snow than a polar vortex
gone astray in a mental cosmos
a suburban galaxy illuminated by the yellow luminescence
streaming from the neighbor’s windows
a cast glow from a television’s screen
that passing time pales blue
Where do I go from here?
Do I take a proverbial Greyhound
a Mass Move system
1 am carry me away
Sunrise floated home at my heels
the streetlights a row of orange soldiers at attention
fighting the stars
for opacity
2 hours
each way to see your lovely face
down a shot of moonlight
drench myself in it
overlook it in favor of the harsh fluorescence
of an overhead reading lamp
miles and miles and miles and miles
3 books annotated
underlines like bicycle wheel spokes
skewed and rippled
skimming for pure emotion explored
through poetic musings of times long past,
of eating mangos in winter,
of cryptocurrency,
of best friendship lasting forever,
of an Alaskan’s cold heart,
of a San Fransisco balcony
that overlooks the best gay punk club
in a two block radius
4 eyes
worn and felt
asymmetrically weighted
tugging at my sleeve
envious of scattered sleepers
curled in knots and left at peace
left over right
right over left
pulled tight and left to fray
5 texts sent
to different loves
holding conference for validation
collecting feelings like space collects over-illumination
and they are trespassing light pollution
and I am a cosmos
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
Mass Move system
1 am carry me away
Sunrise floated home
Greyhound 2 hours
each way to see your lovely face
down a shot of moonlight
miles and miles and miles and miles
3 books annotated
underlines like bicycle wheel spokes
skewed and rippled
4 eyes
worn and felt
scattered sleepers
curled in knots and felt at peace
5 texts sent
to different loves
sad but too real to ignore (too many tears cried dry)
dehydration kept me whole (denied)
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC
Four years since I met Rosie
Longest I have ever loved
and that moment was the best I've ever had
She is lost but not forgotten
She was on my lap asleep
It was just one girl in love (but it's not sad)
I would like to speak to Rosie
Tell her everything I feel
but I'm better off alone, than on her hand
Used to be I'm only happy when in my summer land
but for her I swear I'd never go again
That girls got something, I cant say no
Only bit of warmth thats ever come my way
If I could tell her how much I miss her
I'd give my whole self, plus a lifetime if I could only kiss her
Been Four years since I met Rosie
Almost two since she's been gone
She's the kinda girl who stays trapped in your head
I'm Hopelessly in love with Rosie
But it sure beats moving on
Got a feeling I'll next see her when I'm dead
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
Absolute Far Fetch
Colossal Mafioso
Act Alive Tyrant
Hell Broken Daisy
Delete Everyone But You
Strike A Match, New Blaze
******** King Trainwreck
Unladen Swallow, **** ****
Devour Comfort
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
The absence of air
weighs on the ever expanding universe
but ever expanding into what?
Into my mothers coffee cup?
Into an outdated chemistry textbook as old as I am?
Into a hollowed ostrich egg?
Into impossible space
An unoccupied place that cant exist
where nothing is noted
and flustered frames don't move
a moth wont fly
a blank wall that hasn't been built yet
and nothing blossoms, for there is no light
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC
Swell
cut back
trace the outline of my shadow
with caution tape
Holy **** I'm about to die
Arpeggios
Metronomical beats
****** the tempo
with a chorale prelude
This time in Pig Latin:
Oly-Hay Uck-Fay, M-Iay Bout-Aay O-Tay Ie-Day
Out of key
with somber inflections
Press on my dear, Press on
with a dog eared national geographic
bookmarked to all the places I want to travel
One more time for someone who cares:
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
mediocrity is nothing
ice cold
grid patterned wave
unfathomable
and equally squeaky
put me in a box made of pine and lashed with leather boot strings
drip drop drizzle
the smell of rain
is **** on concrete
unkimonolike
moving like one of those
blow up nightmare monsters
whipping wildly at a used car dealership
feeling not unlike the owner’s mustache
which is to say greasy
frankenstein shoes and bubblegum sinuses
texture and 8bit timothy grass
talk to the priest nudge him my way
we’ll share a cup of milk and honey
dont forget to eat the stars like blisters
ice cold
mediocrity is nothing
but my *** hitting the ground
when i slip on a wet rock
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 9:53 AM UTC
I had a dream I was a tiny tiny pixie
and I lived in an ostrich egg,
Riding kittens and caterpillars,
dawning an acorn shell cap,
lounging, indulging in a flower petal nap
I baked an herbal cake, delicate in flavor
I invited my dad for lunch, and he ate it all in just one bite
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 12:30 AM UTC
She was sprawled out,
draped in grey,
lying on her ocean bed
tinted in evergreen,
and wafting sumac scent
moon resting on a silver chain
around her neck
she was a presence of peace
loving eyes locked
lingering on the bejeweled strand
of pearls around between my breast
a seafaring man would fear her,
but a salt laced maid would love her
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 10:01 AM UTC
i remember when she ran her fingers through my hair
and i remember when she kissed my cheek and
there is nothing i miss more
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC