I have a belt around my head
it's constricting what I can think
someone keeps pulling it tighter
to the point where I can only wonder
how much smaller can it get?

I wonder where it comes from
humility?
punishment?
some karmic balance?

I wonder where it will go
will it take you far?
so much potential
on the keys

I wonder where this fortune of talent comes from
despair?
loneliness?
aspergers?

Why does my experience of these states
not bring forth equal brilliance from me?

So I'm wondering where it comes from
and why I'm not there

those sad songs played in minor keys

snapping dragons
dance to swinging tunes
with steaming nostrils
breathing warm fumes

on a faraway island
sand speckled with gold
the minstrels play
for the snapping dragons

c'est sublime

life is melting
too sweet to stand
so sweet
that your teeth ache
for more, just always a little more

c'est sublime

the color of the sky is melting
from intense to understanding
so brooding
from aggravation red
to regretful navy
so many colors, variations on being

c'est sublime

the ground is melting
starting to die
the grass doesn't prickle
no sensations to feel where you lie
besides sinking
to be covered before a new season comes

c'est sublime

it is melting
dripping down your skin
hot wax into freezing water
you want it, you leave it
you desire it, it consumes you
without qualms
the ultimate paradise

i seek it everywhere i go
the ecstacy

c'est sublime

tres sublime

single blind
acid eyes
dilated
to let in the light

double blind
fireflies
the new night
don't need to see to write

we're all just variations on gray

single blind,
acid eyes
double blind,
free your mind

quilted fabric
ensconds a wonderland
of capsule shaped escapes
to a comfortable haze