Arrived late to the early bird special for the heavens of my mind
I'm a hard boiled egg in a soft shell crab waiting to be swallowed by a ***** swamp filled with ugly crocodiles in the same vein  at the same time 

Looking for a broader spectrum of potential unknowing whispers 
whispered a sweet something about a whole lot of maybes in my ear lobe.
Caterpillars sing songs to September 
slowly crawling back in time encouraging a butterfly of memories 
where two left winged hearts collided making supper with our doubts 
about unconcious recollections where we are mapping out the signs of new breakfast and bedrooms.

Investigate the vacancies of hearts you wish to keep with an open ended pitch of the other ones who seek you out.
Heart's for rent here
Who's the last tenant that moved out? Blur kaleidoscope of old addresses with similar layouts 
Because you're looking for French bathtubs in old Victorians 
And with the right selling line 
It's just a vintage room lined with dusty curtains and a sunroof with penetrated ceilings 
A character of wills you say,
blueprint of rented feelings.

Stir a cocktail of shock waves 
from stone cold realizations
while i mull steadily on my unsure 
recollection of what you meant when you said I'm the best thing
you've found in a long time. 
But that's just a new line
you've heard wiser men say
So you say it without hesitation and
make earlier reservations.

God, this could take an hour 
Or a second if your patient 
Adapt to different payments
Unusual affective statements
Encase it in sarcastic shell
crack it by the cases
Sew it at the seams make sure 
I seem real sure of your supposed
intentions.

The midnight sky kisses the rooftops
as i stroll under the moon
busy cars whirling around me
splashing sounds of time in bloom
the promise of tomorrow dawns
only a dozen moments away  
here under a blanketed midnight's sunset
I can see the stars at play

Sing me a song of new beginnings, will you?
hum me a tune of autumns past
paint me a tiny glimpse of wonder
Ill be sure to make it last
give me the graciousness of sunrise as it
waltzes with the clouds
Ill take a moment of forever
if you give it to me now

Show me the mystery of beauty found
cemented in dirt of city streets
grant me patience for the melting of
my heart's frozen winter sheet
as I whisper to the moonlight of pain
shadowing bitter pasts
   send me a centerfold of peace tonight,
and the wisdom not to ask.

On the back porch of
my lover's mind, smoking cigs
drinking whiskey
just to pass the time
&
periodically tap
at his glass ceiling
to see if he's changed
his mind

I wake up every morning
With a pounding in my head
An echo in my mouth
No one in my bed
I go to sleep at night with help
From a liquid paradise
A savior made of grapes
Old dysphoric antichrist
The creaks above my bed
keep me paranoid
is it just the pipes?
Or is it something more...
My demons have escaped my mind  
They taunt me now
From up above
where down below
I'm just a child
Frightened by the unknown