Dissociate
To deprecate defile reality uncertain
Drawn are curtains using l
Of mental metal mass produced perception broken compass lipblocked direction affection anntenaes through
Hippocampus can't this be a repeat
Record second scratchin me raw
Hit delete

Noxious talking called small
Bout the weather
I'm no flying machine
Stuck on cloud nine with desentzied time
Sundialing for conversation catch 22

Feeling cotton candy
Lack of oxygen
In-house run house round me
Living post patriarchal society

I sketched you
And watered your plants

We had existential sunrises
Blue from inner death
Fond to gnarled tree
Sick memory of you and me

Coffee no longer no longer
Tastes so bitter

Shy with fear
Do not cross yield
Crop circles ahead
Firery brim firey brim firefly sins
Liminal sythaeshtic bliss

Cerberus innocence
Kite crashing
Temptation mixed with tense
Escape escape escape x2
The loneliness
The lonely winds

Coffee no longer coffee no longer
Tastes so bitter
And I miss my name

Bitter little sinner
Bittler little girl
All the same
Bitter little sinner
Bitter little girl
Learning the same mistakes

Interest to abstract concept

Exhibition devoted to relativity
Looks like it could be genetic and luck
Experts believe it's not repressed
Rescuers evacuated

Such an animal
Soft
We make attempts in a single field placement

Because there in nothing to language
It becomes as simple as a beacon of eternal
Wake up the body the mind will follow home
Spend sometime within half an apocalypse
Otherwise live lives of the ordinary

We are green and private
The breakfasts and feasts of each other
They being sweet and fresh coffee with spices
Closer to the light
Compatibility is so little simply become the window

Set fire
Creating the edge
All absolutely somehow magnetically mythical
This stolen memory surfaced
Neurons sacrificing is the process of forgetting
This time is local association
Remembering is asphyxiation

If it is comfortable
Heat the impression
Then they shall come for you
Otherwise it is a Winter morning

At the entrance time is new and can be branches
Seasons can procrastinate too
Take advantage of every day

That is the forest of approach
Some outweighed by different states of transmit
We were lost even just reversed versions of ourselves
Confused in a network
In which lover is theater

Adopted in the desert I do not addition to this quiet
my favorite light
Falter not in daydreams
A place of stumbling
Paradoxing lost and found
In early morning

Giving to the pain
Tides smearing my existence to sand
and I don't mind

Thanks for misundersnding me
Gives me a lot of clarity

Sky can't be without some rain
Experiences perspectives change
From sunshine to anger issues

Psychotic look whose wearing the
shoes
Could run crop circles around you
Foreign realities unspoken
Wonder or never land
Figures we were just playing pretend

take these broken and weary bones
call them home
folding paper flowers
leafs into owls
stringing them up on close line
next to the windowsills
Hanging ceremonial prayer flags
Stare at clouds instead of each other's eyes
Misdirection not necessarily a lie

Upside down moon
Spinning room called planet
Tension seeping from exposed pores

Forgiveness fake
Neurotic conversation playground
Hands moving in unholy direction
Loyalty fiction affliction
Contempt without absolution

Lullabies children stories
Lost an eye
From good intention

We grow to stone
Moss will not come
To ease these cold states

From uncertainty to disloyalty
Reminisce to young times
Pain still present in all phases of memory

I'll be the pyramids you'll be the sky

The clothing shorn
In wasteland we are born

Where do we go now
Forgotten places
Forgotten time

Love and love me not
Wilted flowers and lost thoughts

The radio is in the street
Columns creaking in defeat
We're feeding ourselves to the fire
Injecting dreams
self dissonance

We walk in the desert calling it home
In fire born
In wasteland
The clothes are shorn

I'll be the sky you'll be the pyramids

There's creak and cracking
In the ancient structure
Of getting older
Body tightens its grip
Flirting with eventual end

Scenic route
Sighs to broken bones
On this open road
Superficial souls

Can't have a birthday
Always gotta look ****
Digital manifestation
There's no mystery left to the world

We dive deep
Still minnows
Time calls our names
Never forget youths betrothed enemy
Time calls our names
Subjects to change

Superficial souls
Searching for rabbit holes

Scenic route
Sighs to Indian mounds
On this ending road
All souls grow old

I stab myself with the piercing water from the faucet sideways french kissing it
My eyes distant planets with no GPS home
I stumble away
Stubbed toe an after image

I imagine a new city
Faces I don't know
Disappointments new baseline
I imagine being unmet versions of myself
No more horoscopes fairytales of grandma universe

Just Coffee shops for breakfast with music unknown
Hustlin'
Library books too poor to buy
Pay for rent coffee music plants and lies
Black market your soul to get by

Yellow hands pulling people outside their bodies
Force fed images of reality
Human shells beehive
themselves into just a hive mind
With ignorance of chaos theory

I go back to bed as the train passes by

Honest feelings
Born in the indulgeness i'm lingering from
in touch in time
Fall for you existence

Trying to tame a black cat
As pebble stone washed upon shore during moon peering home like health inspection
uncertain necessary
There we lay happenstance of high tide gifted each other liminal
I wanna kiss you again

Two strangers
Opposite of a bridge
Meet center
But he dropped the fire
"I don't want to be in love anymore"

Crafting linger
The old woman ties her shoes
Time consumed in her moments of carefullness
While body betrays with cement bones
Cracking from new life wanting to come in

Cat shifty eyes
Stoner on the couch
Waking in a daze from forgotten last nights

The news runs and it didn't stop to say goodbye or ask you if you were ok
She makes flower crowns for park benches and doesn't take pictures for Instagram
The acid being handed out in pamphlets about God

This town

This town
Full of indecision of making better time
Windowsills lodged in your neighbors front teeth with his android programming gone wrong

Emotions like tsunamis hid in the quiet corners where the quiet girl tries to hide at the party from forgotten last nights

Love and letters becoming outdated in this desensitized versions of you and me
Glassy screens over our ideas
Injections of media are the immunizations for humanity
It's not just this town

Loneliness creeps inside the hollow parts
As I sit here with more to spare in this gnarled tree of a poker game called love
For you It's just ***
For me the slow tide of a frozen ocean
Calling you my global warming
Take my natural state to the black market
Not even selling me whole

Wishing wells the promise of the unappeased
Choosing hope
A seed unable to grow in my hostile soil
Of a star gone wrong
Trapped in dark universe alone

I'm finding replicas of you in my insomnia
Smoke pouring from my nose
A manifestation of self destruction

The fear of death playing my lover
Sleeping on my bed sheets in my place
There is no shelf for my carousel thoughts
Heart of alternating magnetic poles

The quiet and the noise of night
Condradictons becoming rule of life
Forgetting how to breathe
But still remebring you in this insomnia

Stagnant silence
From a boy who loves plants and the stars
His wonder so shallow in such grand things
I try but heart not wavelength overflow
Just sad attempts at a love story
I don't know how to overwrite

These feelings of flaws within myself and him a barrier between potential
A room not a house and this love can only grow so much without withering

I want to get high in a room with tapestry and record player
Till static
Sitting on a couch of content

I want sweetness and misunderstanding from a maple born

I want a love that tore me to shreds
With infinity in the ginko leaf I was growing in my left hand and coffee and stories and dreams in my right

But here I am settling
Like a sailboat
Forever without wave

Dear cancer plant loving boy
This room is full
This love is dry well
With parched desert skin
And the shadows we are becoming by the dimness of this love

You burn with the morning dawn
Caresses and confessions
Redefining bakery
With the sugar of smoke on your lips

Dancing in jigsaw puzzles
Some pieces missing
With those called a past life

Shower
While I write sonnets on your mirror

Some local coffee shop
For lunch
With autumn air

Strange festivals of film midday
Botanical wildfire of a picnic forgotten
Late night haircuts with unskilled hands
Stars by lakeside
As drunken men stumble by

Soon clock renews like unmistakable moments destined for memory
Sleep calling our names while we call each other home

My voice seems stolen
By what you call affection

Shadow in the mirror
See through powers of invisibility you granted me
How carelessly I invited you in
For the tide you are washing me away

Stolen voice
Locked away
Constriction for the caffeine you are
And call me addicted
Because I guess I wanna
           Disappear

Frustruated that the only way to make me believe that I love you
By only believing the rest of the world isn't here

My hollowing bones are the windchimes you call annoying
My insecurities the toothpicks from the flesh you tear
With gritted teeth
False belief in upside down
This is Folie á deux
That has become
              me & you

Lustful of linguistics
Communication seizing fear
Laughter like a contagion
Conflict vs. Atmosphere

My meaning in life dissipates
Within my lack of discovery
Place cells eradicating memory
Like forest fire

Fresh peace paved onto the steeple of your memories
In the church of your lost belongings
I tasted scripture
But I need a stronger drink than God

There's a storm in my teapot
I accidentally let loose
Now the geese are staying here for winter
As the dog waits for a golden egg

I'm finding ways to distract myself
from the clothesline
Where I used to hang your shirts

The sun is boiling over in the ***
Little children are dancing around the eye in a future
I can never have

Curl inbetween the pages of the book I have yet to write
Moon whispering tiny secrets to me over breakfast when she should be asleep

I get love letters from other habitable planets in my oven
I never get a chance to read them

Blame the stars and there infinite possibilities as you try to organize them on your spice rack
Grandma will be here soon to show you how it's done
With her practical magic

My stomach hates me for the toxins I indulge in
Swallowing my teeth trying too hard to take words back

I will remember your words
You bury under the sycamore the sun has burnt
I will remember them till I drown in the oxygen my grandmother pulled from a tank
Lead in her lungs from persimmon jelly and fig jam

Mister John's dog still wanders the neighborhood
His master is dead under the turnips

I haven't loved hard enough or well enough

I miss my 50's cluttered gold mailboxes in that quiet haunted hotel to apartment, one bedroom no one sleeps in
The fridge keeps me company
Because you're not home
You are not home

Violent daises over black
Fade on my t-shirt
The washing machine ate too much

My hot tub caught on fire
Mother in the shower
Thank god the neighbor was home

The ache has juat become a lingering envelope on my soul
That I'm ready to lick shut
As you do with wounds
Taste the pain till you bleed from your tiny taste buds
Let the lemon of life sting
This future of love is one my mind cannot condure without contradiction of self
Like I must mourn
Till the only thing I'm good at is missing you and losing myself in translation and disappearing into a universe I never loved you in


Because what more can you say when you loved somebody then the curtain falls on a bridge like you're watching some indie film. Just credits made of dandelion seeds taking room somewhere else.

Swept up by the broom of the spring equinox
Warmth in drinking with friends and strangers as the flowers bloom when not looking in their superposition.

I still
Check your horoscope
Pretend to hear the beat of your heart
I buoy in the ocean as you sail away
You took the mountains, stars, & laundry when you left
Packed them up
Scribbled memories become like paper tumbleweeds fading with disease of time
Friends interview windmills of questions
A brain doesn't know what's best
But that's all that's left
I forgot to carve our names into a tree
The door hinge is mad at me now
Squeaking why in angry backwards Butterfly effects
I bargained with a black man playing checkers on a milk crate who couldn't decide if he was God or the Devil
He said "What's the difference"
I find the loneliness in cermaics class
My hands have forgotten beauty
The clay just melts away in my mixed emotions
I still haven't found acceptance
I went to the graveyard and looked
I looked in the red sweater, your favorite
I looked in the park where I carved you a sycamore walking stick
The same park under the same tree
You told me You didn't wanna be in love anymore
Maybe acceptance is in the crossword puzzle my grandfather mailed me
Or some cult that worships clouds
I think it'll be a white flower alone on top of a mountain far from home
Then I will fall asleep and forget your name

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

Sleep is like an enemy that my mind keeps fighting oversensitized media fireworks firing my neurons a circadian rhythm on the spin cycle and even though I'm not sleeping reality is dwelling in hints while obelisks of disorientation  block my sign of light to solid ground. I know my nightmares are in the shadows, watching me, stalking their prey and waiting till slumber sets me down like an adult does to an out of hand child, leaving me vulnerable in innocence to be filled with their toxic energy on one who is too open to the universe. Poor sensitive indigo child you feel the earth breathing and things that should not be there.

Connection
You might be confusing that with discretion

Lesson
Yeah I'll teach you two
Exactly to your heart
Is what I'll do

Second thoughts
Maybe that's
what you should do
Speaking truth or speaking rhythm
Now tell me what's the difference
I can sense the tension the friction the whole she bang
But bang not what I do

Teach I don't preach
Leech on your money
No I got my honey
Goin ham
No I am rabbit

Can't trap me in those lies
Seeking truth and denying
Bureaucrat wanna be
Just wish I could call my family

Family see no evil hear no evil
Do all evil
Believe father ******* whatever you call Him
He is no God
No gift of life
Just whole life struggle
Original sin from blood you were given
No choice
Mama too young
Almost not given her own voice
But thank God you
Rhythm helped you come alive
Scarecrow born in the field
Magic land but no fairytale

Modern society an epiphany of hell
Because we're still spillin blood
In our own streets
Serenity and peace
The enemy of greed
Feed the capitalist horse
Let's go Trojan
Owin to our past what our mother's have lived in
And
Overcome the sin that we falsely believe in plant the gardens in your heart
A seed is just a beginning

If so maybe I'll kiss you

The night crawls under my skin
Fever delirium laced with heartbreak
in the cracks of my chapped lips
I let down my walls
Now kite drifting away like balloon let go
You were the walls of this maze called home
fog blanket me into Limbo called fever delirium hot and *****
icecream cone by the fireplace
defy the logic
cut the shoelaces
defy the logic
jump and walk on the sky
defy gravity
Swallow the whole **** ocean
Do the impossible

Have *** demand icecream for breakfast
throw punches in the street
Do drugs you don't know what they are what they do how they can hurt you
trusting abuse like a unicorn but it's just a horse
hear the dragon roar
Underneath the bed you make love on
your friends are sometimes the monsters
Spilling the probation all over the floor
Realize he's not sleeping next to you
He doesn't love you anymore

You can tell she hurts
Lives away from home
Digs teeth into words like wounds will heal like they are stitches
Fall for boy in coffee shop
Leave dream boat to pursue reckless thought

You give leaves
He gives you hope
Helps your lighthouse at sea float
Secretly as you sleep inside the sun
When your lighthouse work is done
He paints over the stripes
He thinks it is like the love story of your mother and father

She is angry with a tiny clustered house with the smell of her smoke filled lungs
He paints every room like reversing time
But it's all pretend, just men being men

Let the leaves burn
Steal the words from books
Cut them out
Cut your heart out
And try again

Dance in the bed sheets of memory.
As they ice over in a catatonic brain freeze
Because love is like a timeline
Icecream melting on the tracks

The pumpkin smiled
Without me have putting the knife to its skin
I worried about ol' Jacky boy

Living one a night a year
Clear cold nights with bones like new, guts of orange
sticky candy hands

i kiss him
a ghost
Dating the afterlife is tricky
like magician
And I am Rabbit

Death tastes like the ashes of your grandmother being smoked and Reese's with peanut allergy

His costume is always better than mine
But I am imitation
Thankful for my expiration date

Corpse bride Beetlejuice witch hung suicide noose
loaded gun stairwell fall accidental terrorist bomb in the mail
One way or the other
We live to a great and grand farewell

Pumpkin head is the Orange is the new Black
Black cat crossing bad luck love blues
Hint: Your obituary is old news

Kaleidoscope kites
Crashing into your hair
You windburnt indigo child
Beneath the blindfold over your third eye

crystal necklace under your button up
blessed in moon blood and ocean
You sought your parents in a room of forest
Laying rest by the sacred tree of your heritage
waking in this world with memory

Outcast of humanity
Embodiment of infinity
Ripple through time with time machines of shared consciousness
Find me in the future
I'll wait on the hill
Where sun yolk breaks
I know this from that dream ten years ago

Testing
Yeah this things on
But you can't hear me
a deaf mime telling the best joke of your life
Because the joke is you

Silky bed sheets of alcohol
Crystal embedded flower
Bloom
Feel clean air through skin so tight
Morphine wanna be
Feeling so light

Bliss
anti abyss
Kiss
Miss
No more tense

Oblivious
sleep so deep
next to death without end
drugged on happiness

Nostalgia a ***** word
Hot air balloon spa in Shangrila
Above reality, pure from the taint of Original Thought
Above God's concept/ above God/ Above forever
Infinite in moments childhood relived fresh apples of knowledge laced with Ignorance

Wired like a loaded gun
Waiting for the morning sun
Hello! How are you today

And I wonder
My love
Should I take the sun from you
Put it in a box of darkness
Like setting

I spread the ashes of a love never in love
just a circle venn diagram make believe but not Peter Pan
And love
I love you so
I am the sun
And I shine for no one

So box of darkness
Here I come

Speckled star dust farm eggs
Fresh renewed self conviction
Moon born
Phasing through to a life
Without you

Hedonism blood pulse
Still sentimental soul
Selling out to the lone wolf
Sneaky fox

Flowers tainting memories
Hand holding cheek kissing nostalgia bliss
Don't think
Of the one you will miss

Just kiss
Supernova
Little sunhat at nighttime party
Don't don't listen to the lies you whisper to yourself
You are the one you'll miss
If you don't help yourself

Feast on sin and self-righteousness
Reincarnation is second chance
Listen to the hands with the carnations outstretched
Fellow stranger with star burnt eyes
caring for those self told lies

You cheat
yourself
with handholding cypress knees bending towards
neurons collapsing
into the one who
Binary stars you
Binary stares at you
Holds you in your sleep from far away
Dream meeting past life fleeting into the now
You answer to this highschool crush pop quiz invader of reality
Who questions what color to paint the moon
Never almost drowning
But who has only ever taken a life
that belonged to them alone
relating in fictional patterns of physics
Undeniable wavelengths
colliding crashing consoling
You knew from the first eyes
that seeds of doubt would sprout in what you mislead as love
And you ask
Why not?

Hello,
        today is not tomorrow.

I think he makes me forget
That I hate my imaginary friend
The one whose name lurks on your lips in prayer
And hangs above your dinner plate
Christening it with some other dimensional vitamin
In the name of thin words
Blind men built like blimps full of holocausts
Yes them, would be
Coating the stars in blood
Calling it evolution
Irony is God's smile

Your family tree dies with the hollow parts
That my blood is draining into
Cells migrating into reincarnation
My Magnolia sister celibate, a new age nun
My sucidal thoughts run deeper than this lineage
But I will not act unless some one brings an ax.

I am lonely in thoughts
And practice
Like sport without training
And I will die knowing less than I have learned
Transparent in form & nature
Giving birth to myself in ways my mother couldn't
On stumbling ground
With no grace to be lost or found
I tremble in my humble footsteps.

I'll be on the front lines
Fighting fireflies on a Golf Course
With a butterfly net

Collecting ghosts in mason jar
to plant back on the cemetery
The crows are making nests
in the skull of your family

They accidentally put
the wrong name on yours
And in Latin!
It's ok though, because you're
(were) Are?  a nihilist

The river Nile is the
best stream of consciousness
Known to man and of
Course that's where you drowned
your metaphorical thoughts
While you hung yourself above
a treadmill trying to pretend
you wanted to be a better
man

But you only ran away

The Stonehenge is the front gate
to your home
          It's made from
      billboards and
Pictures of static
When you're dead you
                        Live in White Noise

You're turning my lights
on and off
               as I'm trying to sleep
haunting me in
my over easy eggs
making the yolk run
in words "Miss me?"

And of course I do
But you are as good a my imaginary friend

When I'm walking in the
park with all the scarecrows
you make the dandelions
float, no amount of
wishes is bringing you back

I know boards of wood are
easier to you than the termites
eating the tumor in my brain
          from the insanity you're causing me

So instead I paper mache my
room with love letters from you
that got lost in the mail
because you stole them for me
A banksy bankrupt in original thought

I'm building a tiny forest
             of matches
If I can't sleep I'm joining you

So you pack your bags, hobo
style but with
Picnic baskets and dead leaves
Seancing yourself
With the crystal ***** of my eyes

I lost you in some newspaper ad
about a Home for sale
Does it come with a family?
How is that legal?
But I lost you because I bought the wrong copy and couldn't find that one blurry word that was you saying
Good morning

I lost you at sea
  And in my dreams
      And to your own hands
   And to my own memory

I'm dancing with wolves
Called Alzheimer's
because I'll die
with a disease of age
Instead of house burning, building leaping
Front Page

Then we'll go live in abandoned
amusement parks with creaky
Ferris wheels turning
Like you in your grave
And me with the Cycle of Life

Tribe men are dancing the good fire
Radios on stakes, just as kings men.
Amish will break bread
Rejoicing as cosmonauts
peer down at a world without light

She is silent
My first love
She was the First woman

I felt her tendril of
her being tickled
        by sunlight

Wind making her dance
Hurricanes, that hot shower
Yes, sometimes she bathes in
                                     blood
Human is the most toxic element
        known to man

My love is living in
a burning house
Called Pollution

A drug unknown to her system
Human condition

I love her, so let her go!
        She is wild
not to be tamed
But remember her
remember her name

I found you sleeping with price tags
             like tea bags
little men inside the barcodes

Dragging you to the forest
I plant you by your shoes
Digging your heel into the Earth
  to feel its heartbeat

I told you this story once before
       The little men are trying to build a cage around you
But I won't let you be
no Gulliver's Travels
I send them scurrying like ants
to Noah's Ark
They set sail for Wall Street

Only one sprout comes from
          your veins
And waterfalls have hope for you yet

I would have been burned at the stake
Had I been born then
So God didn't send me there