It’s as simple as it seems
The strings and the strands
How can it be undone

Bounce like the rain

It’s a monolith if it stands
An insurmountable summit
How can it balance

Preach like a wave


It’s genuine aspartame
The warm hollow
But I’ve read the label

Stammer like a-

I worry,
if not for more
Drab sympathy wreaths
swept at your door

You keep,
The oven and breath
Heated yet furloughed
Pretext of death

Does mourning meet it’s grandeur
In filled heirloom rooms
Or elicit passing judgement
When the tracks have made the man
Yet the weights hang in the air

Reprimand stature or lucky eyes

There’s a keeper in me
Whose hair has gone matted
White knuckled and rocking
The way your estate wanes
How do these borrowed shoes stand

Do I meet exemption
Do I need to check a form
to feel something tender
For from which you were torn

What could I have told her
Bolstered
What could I have told her
Bolstered

There’s creation tucked away
between hand and holster

I am fleeting, fleeing
With the dogs in my pack
And I don’t care
About the holes in my pockets
Your coins slip through
It sounds just like, a school bell
And my clothes they smell
Just like a smoky dark room

Your feet are cut, poached
Slung on lines on my back
And I don’t feel
Any carpet in your foyer
You bend your legs
It feels just like, a dead fin
And my breath it feeds
Just like a starved harlequin

And I am fleeing, fleeting
Without those rabid dogs
I stained my bed
And it looked just like me
it looked just like me

I want a half speed moment
Like an old Wes film
Like we can’t be held back
All our heads are spilled
All our space is filled
Like a sweet balloon
With motions and emotions
All the crooks
They tried to take it away
But ourselves, the bandits
Breached the bandage
And danced the night away
Morning never came

Oh it’s lovely up here
All my work
It’s in the melodies
And my frights
In tight boxes
With postage paid up
It’s so daunting
The squawking under my bed
The loose gross follicles on your head
Oh it’s nervous out there
Threads pulled
when they spit
in your mouth
And my cries
Met my spine
Curved and repelled
It’s so punk
The tweaking urns on my mantle
The mistaken trance and a cup full
Oh it’s quaint, respondent
Laces snagged
Picking at
and whistling to
proud antiques
With dark tongues
It’s so phonetic    
I could just
Go blind in shame,
With the big one
That nests on my town

I am always solitary
In the decrepit folds of a silk lined mind
Falling deeper
Grabbing at a slippery linen
I am a cave with no mouth
For a cave without a mouth is but a tomb
Let me rest in my turbulent swim
And wince in the high bliss
Of sweet ******* nothing
From a higher plane
To a Little Caesars parking lot
**** the details
And sweep me into a pile of needles
Because I want to feel the pine trees
Every single one
Suckling my organic plague
And tickling my button nose
Because I deserve the indignation
And I feel the shame
Absolve my indiscretions
Wipe me of my folksy ways