****** and whiskey
just enough to wish
away the fear
but not enough to be risky.
Oh wouldn't it be fun
if we could just,
tell our brain how silly
it can be at times.
Turbulence is just a bump,
normal part of flying,
yet for some reason
my mind is sure
i'm dying.


-a.j.Leon

Bright pink flower blinging
every time you’re ringing.

surely when it rings, quickly polish,
quickly rinse, light a candle, get the mints.

euphoria induced hallucinations,
nervous step, heart playing sharp c major.

racing sparingly, waves for my road, down the ear flowed.
lucky, lucky, lucky, he who can untangle her soul.

-a.j.León

love is tv
on saturday
Just trojans, missed
calls, feelings
similar to lottery.

calorie by calorie
you happily,
surrender,
burn to an ember,
your sanity.
Always
a terrible
pretender,
Remember,
Remember.

Wicked, wicked, wicked,
what a leaky spigot,
give me just
a ticket,
a fine line,
sharing a
rivet with a Big-got,
Just to stick it,
buying time,
love or lying.

What’s the limit?



-a.j.León

Nothing, never deeper than the well,
a well-kept secret, first a test.

After, far, far past the Vantablack,
just behind Olbers’ paradox.

A vague light from a dancing candle,
sets ablaze a # of Nobel’s Blasting Powder.

-a.j.León

There exists no
euphoria inducer
quite like
being
in the state
of love.

The state of,
being in love
is the only
thing that
could make
me
happy.

this,
leads me to
constantly
falling in love,

in love with
a scenery,
in love with
a moment,
in love with
staring at
the stars.

Though,
i suspect
it is easier
to fill the dark
with dark,
then to fill
the dark with
love.


-a.j.Leon