Took years to grow the wings that clothed your back
Soared through the sky with your mind gone black
But they came for you quick in their metal machine
With razors and blades to trim away your dreams
Told you to free-fall and not to look down
But humans don’t listen when words leave them bound
Down down down you rolled through space
An inferno below reaching out for your face
Paradise laughed watching from her television set
Purgatory grimaced at the loss of his bet
Nobody cared and nobody rushed
To pick up your bones that hit with a hush

He lies on his grey rug
Beats beating down the drumming dim drum of his heart’s racing thump
And visions of sugarplums become glowing green orbs
On his floor where he flew to light-years above
In a space where they fight with sabers and swords
That ignite only words with such terrifying blows
And he whines along to the morgueish melody below
He screams out the lyrics to prove he knows so
The tap of her foot to the beat of the bass
Makes love to the hairs stemming stars off his arm
But she doesn’t love him so he crawls to his bed
Left her to love the crispy carpet instead

Worn-through pillowcases holding tales of adventure
Dreams that came and went
Tears from your old lovers’ eyes
A trail of insomnia-ridden restlessness
A trickle of medicine left a sickeningly sweet smell of sleeping sickness remedy
On that night there wasn’t enough for both you and me.
And as purple faded into brown, our fingers anticipated another turn of the page
Dawn burnt your fibers, the sunlight faded your colors grey
Withdrawn and featherless, there’s only time to dream of flight
Outlying eyelash left forgotten
Briskly bent bristle, broken by beauty
You were strong, you held on for long
But oh, you were fragile.
Now the hollows of this room are your only friends
Darkness comes in waves but you will bathe again
It always ends with the sneaking creep of the ticking clock that trickles in around half-past the past.

These bright city lights cradle me like a spoon.
I am scooped up and I can’t stop
and I’m spinning round but I won’t come down
because I know deep in my soul that I have a goal
to soar
and sing
and float above all of these drones and roaches,
dark alleyway loneliness,
greed and lust thrown up in a dusty stall of debauchery and shame.
No, for myself I will make a name.

I just hope I’ll still be there underneath it all.

One day we’ll make it to the moon
Maybe we’ll run into each other at the gas station
on some stationary star.
And I’ll say
Remember me?
And you’ll just drive away.
Into the galaxy
Into the clouds
Into the snow
Into the crowds
And I’ll lie down
And wonder why it is a girl so full of love
won’t let any in.
And we’ll begin
Again
As we always do
Because smoke follows beauty
A girl’s mother told her so
So go and go and go
I won’t be far behind
As I silently tip-toe
Across drunken nights of vacant kisses
Girls all painted pretty, boys hanging in the back
Can you tell me when I’ll get my mind back?
Actually, no.  Please keep it.  
It’s safer with your spirit.
Me? I’ll just burn out with the weather.
What a good excuse not to be together.  
But I will hold you forever.
In a secret compartment
I bought for my heart.
Come visit and stay on a Sunday afternoon.
Maybe on that day we make it to the moon.

I’ve got angels in my bed tonight
And although the streets won’t keep me warm
I know they will remain beside me
To rock me from the dark seas of grief
and mountains of wonder
And together down Destiny’s tunnels we’ll plunder
Like laundry down a chute
All forgotten and worn
But when we break to the other side
We’ll surely be reborn
And we will storm
With rebellious writing
And electric blue hair
And all of the worry
And all of the care
Don’t tell me you’re different
When we share the same core
We both beat unsteady
And our mother’s both bore.
Tell me,
next time you look across the oxygen and see hundreds of little lights flickering dim
Will you feel me there with you?
Or will I just float past your wind.
You never know,
Each solitary soul
Might just be your one ticket home.

My mind beats out of time
Somewhere along the line
My clock just died
With every tick of joy
And tock of fear
My heartstrings gone haywire
Intentions unclear
Like a car spiraling circles
I just couldn’t steer clear
And a tick and a tock
And baboom and baboom
Flying like light waves
I transcend to the moon
And ooooh
I am home.
But what is home
But another unknown
Can I find it in my art?
Does it reside in my heart?
Is it numbers? Is it time?
Is it the wrinkles in my skin?
Does it end when all else newly begins?
Can I find it in sleep?
In that chilling unwind
When all is unspoken
And but a wrinkle in time?
Or does it harvest in fear and the thrill of regret
My mind screaming no
My chest pounding yes
I digress.
When you sleep I read novels found in the crevices of your dreams
That project to me softly on white sheets with stitched seams
What keeps you so frighteningly still?
Ah, the hypnosis of sleep.
Each night as the rays descend
It pulls around the bend
And you to pretend to amend to all you have lent
But stormy and dark, yet stark-sickly sweet
It commands you to weaken and bend to your knees
Now, if you please,
Tell me why all that I see
Is so overpoweringly harder to be
How can I take all that is there
And bottle it to save for all to share
Because each light I gather
Has an equally beautiful match
That flickers and flares for all eyes to catch
Open them wide!
Exist while you’re here!
And however far you are
I will always be near
Well I guess I found home,
At least for tonight
In the lost souls surrounding me.
And your arms holding me tight.