Sometimes the differences between us
Are grand landscapes of mistakes
Fence the grand canyon and pretend there's no hole there
Like blind is a contagious disease people don't receive with grace
Is ignorance on pedestal pearly white abyss
Hollow shell statues
Replicating Atlantis and Greek myths like fools
Moving in frames too quick for the camera
Moving so fast we erase ourselves
Playing pretend as adults
We throw the match on our paper future

Less than the rust of time
We are weathered by our whittling hands
Carving into sawdust
As we live this life of self consumption
Like we're trying to mimic the big bang in reverse and
make ourselves disappear

Mirror mirror no one's there

I wanna watch from an astral projection
As we sit on the hood of your car
Melting into cloud shapes
Calling this first love

We are water
Laying out our thoughts as the bricks of intentions
As we build an octogonal home for the sake of feng sui
Slow dancing on our land
Where the kitchen will eventually be

Selling cricket cookies, used books, art
Some outliers of the social clockwork
We trace the wavelength between us
Seeing past lives
As we feel in love as a square and a circle
As a lighthouse and the wind
As sin and beginnings
As aliens natural to other worlds
We two fire quantumly entangled beings slow dance where the kitchen will eventually be
Where will fry eggs in a wood stove from the chickens we hypnotized with our guitar and banjo playing

Just southern girl
Remembering earth inbetween her hands
As a girl who caught toads and rabbits bare handed and was so small amongst a field of sunflowers

She grew up.

Never lost sight of her inner light
Even in the dark ages of her mind
She her made way to you
**** that southern girl's
Heart sure is true

We all grow up
I hope we don't forget to fall in love
To go on adventures
To be a kid

We hibernate our self like the seasons sometimes the roulette city pulsates us out of our circadian rhythms
Destined by epigenetic movement
Humans becoming gutted fish dandelions missing the wish part and just being stem Sometimes I wonder if it'll be an eternal fall

Endangered self awareness
Sleep is a drug as consciousness dims in everyday life

dream of boys and sycamore trees
you are every tree broken window pane shooting star crash landing like UFO sighting you are scars and tears in bed sheets like mutilated painting
melodramatic alchemical reactions friction between legs and the toes
heart chakras bending inbetween our spinal bones coffee drips from our lips decaf because we are sleeping and dreaming in each other's holy water tears and the little house of fire we built under the full moon after you failed out of architecture school we were children forgetting how to swim because we test drove people thinking that was love

Now you're seeing foxes and I'm seeing
roadkill calling this spiritual
Sensual exploring of the record and we are the players scratching each other on repeat trying to find meaning in life, in heavy breathing ourselves inside out
not looking in mirrors because we finally see ourselves

You are dancing cubes I dance like the moon gave birth to the Sun
binary staring at each other till we collide and and it scares us because because you are the One
Zero divided by infinty you Fibonacci sequence connecting the patterns of human and ***
we are so microchip trying to logic our way how to love system overload not failure

Sirius A Sirius B
You Orion me in crecent pulsars of ******* like backwards slow motion of looking through a telescope and fighting orbit disorientation of the world spinning us together like the cermaics class you took in college like lost love remembering itself

We smoke each other's cigarettes
Hoping to protect the other's lungs and wearing sunscreen trying to protect our sensitive skin as we melt like candles at each other's touch
This is a love story born on the ripples of skipping stones as we skipped all other lifetimes to fall into lips laced with kindness
The kind that hurts

I push your back against a tree as river heartbeat races below with cold hands and white sycamore staring across like white buffalo we are reborn as the chipmunk chirps, false bird

As the sun lingers like words we have yet to say like tiny convict not daring to escape the teeth cell of our own body because mind says no like bad dog
No early Christmas gift unwrapping each other with the lingering words in the shallow doorway of our our mouths
We are just becoming bilingual
Soon to be fluent in each other and know each freckle constellation and cell plastered on the graph of your skin your scars
are cracks in the wall that let me see into the rooms of you
and i trace the x,y, &z; axis of your body it blooms into muscle memory  
One midnight I'll meet your soul
I hope the stars are sleeping so that's all I'll see and I'll go blind in the light that permeates your eyes
But I'll read those freckle Constellations of your body like braille
Blind but happy

Death Valley
Seasoned time
mischief makers
playing catch with fire
Matchsticks always go out

So kiss me darling
Before the sun goes down
Tattoo the memories

Else
Fading breeze

So kiss me darling
Before the stars steal the show

My ashes
After ember
Will taste like cinnamon
Something that you can miss
So kiss me darling
Seasoned time

Dishes growing cold
Aging better like wine
One last dinner
Old time

Kiss me darling
Sunflowers wilting
Into dandelions

Fireplace settling down
Lantern running low
Batteries dead
Even the sundial doesn't know

Just kiss me, darling
Before there's no tomorrow

he sold his house of cards and joined a band wagon caravan marching carolers streaming down the Nile River playing sad songs better
searching for Jesus and the Pharaoh and Cleopatra and Madonna
pop culture religion


he kissed ferris wheels
I never forgot the clouds
We stole the timelines from trees
Fractal fairytale disease
Symptoms of make believe


Falling in love life
Wonderland lust
Teaching kites how to fly
Graceful ugly ducklings sailing the moon to peterplan
So little princes and Indians can plant sunflowers
While the aliens are on vacation
Like surprise Christmas gifts of sparklers on new years the color of Atlantis books hidden in scrolls in marketplace buddhas

The world travels around us
As we play sad songs better

We build homes for those without
Feed our flesh to the Earth
Death blooming circles Mary go round ring round the rosey sunset kind of apocalypse called bliss

Wisdom streamlined by the old fisherman drowning in the fresh air as pinnochio waves from the whale saved by hopeful generation bred with care compassion
Playing our sad songs better

Christening the weather
Baptising ourselves in the rain
Calling the universe our church
Truth seeds in our hearts and membranes

Hummingbirds living in beehives
Hybrid hope of tomorrow

Letting lions and lambs play with mice
Aesop playing banjo out of tune
Poets turning into to fireflies
Lighting our way home
Through crop circles and ghost stories
Not being anchored by our past
We are no generation Titanic
We just play sad songs better

Am I living or am I doing
Am I living or am I doing
Am I living or am I doing
Am I living or am I doing
Questions that keep migrating between my right and left brain
Unsettled bee hive
I pull at my hair hoping to stretch the stream of thought beyond physical limitations
Elasticity
Girl like mystery
I lived in the darkness
Till you fixed the lighthouse
And now I'm lost in the light

Brick by brick
Building pyramids to signal home
Sometimes I just wish I was alone
What I knew is like a cut down forest
Just a past to reminsce in
Stuck in this limbo of love and death
Whose breath can't I steal next

Siren be
Siren unhappy
Cause how do you know if love is real
How do you know how to feel
Friends, grandfathers, grandmothers
Too many of them live in the dirt
Too many times has the home burnt down
Misunderstanding lingers in the doorway as echoes of parents no longer lovers
Dark things the only familiarity...family
Becoming angry at nightlights

**** I'm falling in love
Like the first time like the last time
Do we all imagine a finish line in our lives
**** I'd rather go fishing
Pull the lady from the lake
And ask if she's happy