behind the curtain
is uncertain
flowers and claps
a window perhaps
or just a glass
for a glance
into the past
after all
it is behind
it’s this wall
that makes me small
it’s this mind
that makes me fall

butterfly
step by
step
brick
nail by
nail
snail
sitting
in the hair
of a willow
dandelion
pillow

falling
falling
falling
streaming song of rain
drop the ups
up
the downs
drown the sounds



the rocks are the clocks


stream the dream


(I could write the drops in but I thought you'd like to hear them yourself)

in the lust of the dust
past the lust and the just
past the fast and the last
the remorse the of course
past the cast
in the break
in mistake
is the trust

I mean it
I'm in it
I'm initiating intrusive
I'm bruising
Amusing
You

You are
You mean
You are a dream
I mean it
I'm in it

press to distress
express disdain
dismay
say if may
dis is in vain

but there's rain in my veins
and through the pain
is where we gain
the whys and the eyes
for I's and the lies

I guess I got caught in the rot
but hey why not
leave like a leaf
live and relieve
weave and retrieve
humus is us and whatnot

I don’t know
the ifs and thens
the chance
the firsts and lasts
congrats
i’m slow

i see lacks
and scraps
the straw
the traps

and the grass
laughs
and the trees
dance

Waking up to calendars to dos
To kids to yous
To video calls to wars
Waking up to history

Waking up to waking ups
Having coffees having breaths
Having work
Talking projects
Celsius
Sunshines
Cats and cups
Books and bills
Loves and lives

Waking up to walking corners
Zebra crosses
Goals and grades
Exams and exits
Curtains and mirrors
And miracles
On the membrane of times

Talks precise
Talks like shooting arrows
Bullets
Bombs
There is nothing we can precisely say.
The World is thought and spoken
In circles
In spirals
In unexpected and unsuspecting
Meetings of words
The World is spoken of freely
Clumsily
Naively
There is no truth
And if there is any
It’s this

if road
then bird
if time
then tree
if me
then third
if you
then me