He puts his trophies in
Parks and the neighbors yard
Like the world is his

And feeds pebbles to pigeons
He does not know his transgressions

He dresses in orange with polka dot pants and snake boots
And is Happy
Free from thin panes of ego and never having to worry about Windex

At night
It is day
They are same to him, just like radio and t.v.
He gets tired one way or the other
Time is a concept we see

His vision is x-ray
And not only does he see through
          you
but everything

He is blind
But we are the one's
Missing things

We light matches till sunrise
And drop acid on swingsets
Forgetting who we are
Till the cops come
And ask us for our IDs

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

I feel like all I inherited from my father,
Is anger

I'm angry
You think we are the enlightened
Still we are sheep
Followers not leaders
and were swamp deep

You devour words like 'porch' chops
The place with the swing
'Cause you're all just along for the ride
Buying in to cliche
Lying to ourselves that that
That That
is good poetry

I feel
Through the Earth
Transparent
Deep into the folds
of Space
Far below the Stars
Crowded by Dark Matter
No Light garnishes my sight

Sleeping on the edge of a cliff
  facing Northwest
I moved the sun
Now I can wake to its golden bloon
bathe me in the fresh air of daylight
           Caressing the nine minute old streamline
Pulling it closer
Like time does to me
              And I become ash

I gave him hickeys
  In the shape of the Summer Triangle

I'm crying on my break.

My summer romance in winter died before leaves could even
Fall

My sister, younger
Cut her hair like mine
...for a boy

I wish I walked on air
So these footsteps
I tread with a leaking heart
Could not be easily followed

Your thoughts are so off brand
        I can't get them at the grocery store

You're so cute with your
Existential Crisis
The lights go out
And your Ego still shines
Your mind like gold
'Cause you're just like Midas

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

I drink and I drown
lose myself to my friend
who pretends to be Aphrodite
I indulge him
let him merry go round
my body without sober hands
pulling me like a kraken
till air is the separation between coherent thought
and consent
You are sleeping
in another town
Never dreaming
even of me
(we aren't together)
So i sleep with a friend
who doesn't want to be alone
who feels like a crop circle gone wrong
fooled by their own conspiracies
and i make myself small
hoping secrets sink like
Anchors

We both feel lucky to have each other,
but what happens when the luck runs out

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 wish I looked more like my heritage
So I could be exposed to hate
Without looking like a hypocrite

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

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

-You'd be healthier on another planet
-You'll be happier in another life
-You feel like something is missing
-You still care
-Every(no)thing is never enough
-You wait for death because of
                                what comes after

I'm excavating your ribcage
Looking for answers
Of when things went wrong

I'm no mathematician or buddhist priest
But I'm really good at French toast
And overcomplicating myself

I convinced my coworkers I'm a vampire
Even though I'm vegetarian
The only kind of bloodlust I have
Is for loggers
(They took away my Mother nature)

I'm also really good at being over-dramatic
In a non serious way
You're wearing broken ankles on your wrists
How did those get there?

                                                         ­            Did you walk all over me
                                                              ­       With your hands
                                                           ­          Around my neck

Your hands were the noose that will pull the trigger and make me swallow all those sleeping pills so that people realize my pillows aren't made from the ocean

                                                          ­            You are that critical blow, K.O.,
                                                           ­            last breath,
                                                                ­      That push over the edge                                              

I'm really good at letting my
Scars be neon flashing lights
and/or ants that are
crawling,biting, poisoning
my memories

Letting my past,
                    Make me a Ghost of Today

I'm excavating your ribcage
And everything checks out
But I think you left your
heart at the train station

The mailbox hangs open/
Trying to breathe

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

I don't write
I don't sleep
Eating is optional
Less human
More whim

I sit on this porch
Waiting for rain
To wash away

My memories run stale
Just like your ciggarettes

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

We ate Frank Fleming's Tongue Cake
Smoking cigarettes in stone gardens where we're not supposed to
Looking Down Yosemite Valley and yeah we were in that valley
"They moved the piano." I tell you. I don't know where it's gone.
"I guess it was contemporary art."
I say, "You're contemporary art..." "Don't worry death is at the laundromat, not here." and I pull out my best Mona Lisa smile.

It's silent here, the color white seems out of place

Kerry James Marshall is speaking history to us
Renaissance is falling on deaf ears
I tell you I want a Native American cradle if I'm ever a mother
And the kids will have fishbones and legends
                                                       instead of Pop Art Princess, barbie

Sally Mann, she left me heartbroken
with silver prints/photocopies of childhood like ghosts
Botero's Reclining **** looks comfy
And there's a Dali missing.

There is a man with a TV head
And he is screaming
But no one can hear
Because he's on mute

There is a man with a TV head
And he is screaming
But no one can hear
Because he's on mute

We met on 9/11
Not the same as when
But years later
You're my twin towers
And I should have known
We were gonna crash and burn

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

I'm not really good at not killing things
Especially the things I love

You gave me a rose bush
And I, and I lit it on fire
That's what you call desire

I'm misguided
My soul trajectory is off
Just like cupid plays with arrows of love
Sometimes God messes up
We are all astray



In this cosmic chaos
But I still met you and try love, you
In my misguided way

I try to put that soul into every cigarette I smoke
Inhale, choke, definetly definetly go broke
Because you can try
But, but it is all rigged like carnival
We're the ones telling ourselves the lies

We are Adam and Eve
As far as knowledge
We are only seeds

You can be certain of nothing
and anything
Superposition
You are, you are the fiction

Those petals, I want them to burn like those lies in September, the end the Summer kind of heat, humid like rainshowers above head in your throat in your lonely lonely bed.

So I put the cigarette down in an ashtray in a mirror house
I am tiny
I have breathed most of my life out

In ways my reflection is changing

You have cacti coming out of your eyes
Toothpicks in your teeth
Buzzards living in/on your feet
Content with eating the footsteps you follow
So you can't trace your way back home

You read me like a book that just falls open.

I don’t want to give you my emotional baggage.
I’m terrified of weighing others down with my pain
That maybe it’s just enough to submerge you in darkness
And you're so kind
And I should have chosen you
But I wanted to get to know you more
But America’s education system *****
And a barrier or roads and work and things that don't matter in the long run of this ohh so ephemeral existence
Kept a fate of past existence
From repeating itself
Like an Egyptian tomb never uncovered

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

Most trivial 20 moments
https://youtu.be/MmdyqeM_FLM

Then there were parks
Now there's just picnic benches.

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

My mother stands with an axe
In front of my sister's door
As if she can chop
                            down her defiance
like a tree

It's late
Home is somewhere before memories
and after a tomorrow that'll never come
And now I'm climbing over a fence
That's gutting me like a fish
With dogs in the distance waiting their turn
                        
                        Flashlights Swirling
like carousels
But there is no childhood
These are just train tracks
And home is something I'll never know

These streams of consciousness are more like waterfalls
And they're bearing hard

I've written soo much
But I haven't posted
Like marshmallows
Instead of I've roasted

I was given a Pet Plant
like a dog
collar and all
Ohh wait
That's women

              ≁≁≁

She coughs up metaphors
like it's consumption and the 1920's
All that blood looks like freedom

              ≁≁≁

Tentacles like teacups
And I drink the poison

Soon we'll talk like overdoses

Watch my words
Wash away

I wish i
Could make you
Stop & listen
Like an electric
                 fence

And hold you
        there

But i can't
i can't do anything

So i is screaming
In Cyberspace

A lonely representation
artificial creation of
            my own
      Consciousness

Trapped between
these walls
called Skull

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

You hate (them)
like electric teapots
and you wish you could stop
Stop the screaming

All I want to do
is make those fevered lights
fade
Make you the only creature in my world
And I try

But I can't

Stuck in this liminal timefold
              Rabbit Hole

We used to say goodbye like it was a ritual
Then it became tradition
And as we found ourselves
in future generations of our self
we can't remember the last time

We tread on broken water
the spout in her neck
running dry
No more, no more goodbye

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.