We haven't gone home yet;
but will we ever?
Will we bother with it?
Are we best left alone (lost)?
Keeping hushed and brushing
(away) each other's (troubles)
hair our of our eyes.
The heart only ever tries.
(and beats on until it dies)

There's too many stars
to pick just one to wish on.
Take a second to think about
a wish you'd like to have come true,
and maybe it'll go a bit something
like this something I've got in mind.
I've been thinking about the forgotten
thoughts and doubts and realizations
of my yesterday and last year plus
two or three more, and for whatever
and why ever it's worth anything,
I'd wish for something magnificent
to happen again and again in your life
again and again until it gets old,
until you get old and each new
pair of dogs you buy
die and die again.
Perhaps,
you'll find something worthwhile.

I'm currently tuned in;
into something I've been listening
out for and hearing in my sleep.
I've become accustomed to your
customs and your attitude(s).
The news and the new ideas
bounce off mine and your
skull(s); ricochet back down the throat.
Think of a voyage into the knowing
unknown. Be willing to find a new home.

We've all lost our spark.
Maybe a new start on an old habit,
clarity for a change, all the same
blamed, framed, and insane.
Time to call in the strays
a game, a laugh for the blues and the blue jays;
the good old days that never came.

All the leaves are turning
gray as your blue eyes
were on me across the room
watching the door close on
my skull. I felt the thought
weigh down on my feet as
I sank to the bottom of your
lung, filled with sand and water.
(Escape.) Now
floating to the surface of your
eyelids to see your face
turn left towards the
bloodshot sky.

My dreams spend the night with you
and mix themselves into your sleep.
They nestle up into your sweater
until you can't dream any better.