Close your eyes and take a ride with me,
Lie flat on the back of a charging horse.

Get naked and weave yourself into the tall grass.

Take a walk around the block with only your daydreams for company.

Interlocking fingers with Mother Earth, let your mouth hang open.
Breathe in the night sky,

Fall in love with the winds of spring.

Touch knees with an old friend,
Palms with a stranger.

Blow on embers,
Gasp in flames.
Set fire to your thoughts and revel in the ashes;
Keep your mind in a constant conversion.

Move to the rhythm of earthquakes.
Let your Earth shake and take it all in stride.

With your arms limp
sway in the moon light
accept the things you don't know
and forget the things you wish you didn't

Be born of the earth again
Covered in dirt and pine needles
Find your long lost love of simplicity.

no one will understand this
gibberish is more like it- some foreign language
it doesn't make sense
no one will understand
I'm not quite sure I do

fuzzy
it's becoming
scratch that
I'm becoming
me?

see the way the t.v. laughs at our faces
when the screen irritates our ears with
complaints
we watch it too much
we crave it way more than we
should
oh shoot I assumed again
replace the we's with I
actually.......nevermind
I don't care- I feel like I'm right about that
this time
....sorry?

but that sound
[the laughing-the continuous laughing]
that is where fuzzy comes
into play- this little game this little trial run
with it's "rules" which are really "guidelines" because no one intends on
listening to any of it
because everyone intends on
stepping over lines, breaking all their words
they said couldn't....they said they would never
bend
[well they bend all the time- but i'll say it's because we are
human. mistakes are natural, deal with it. human- I'm allowed to not
listen(understand).     I'm allowed]
oh right that fuzz
talk about annoying
just turn it off
it isn't hard okay, it isn't hard
just do it already

much better
so much better
hey did you know that
I walked into my room today and
didn't feel a single twinge
of negativity
I beat the rules
[I'm allowed]
beat them dead
sure I know it hasn't been long enough
blah blah
still beat it, stepped over the line
and it feels goooood babe
it feels real good

hope that the weather is less bitter about
ahem.....love
than I am
that word .....frankly look at it
it's just a bunch of lines
and people always step on those, break them, bend them, try and change their shape
so the original meaning, the true ....personality of the word love
its a bit harder to discover since it became a game of hide and seek and pick up sticks

or it hides
away in a pocket
that someone made themself
really we all make the word ourselves
stitch by stitch
until it looks right
"right"
you found love?
great!

hope you don't lose it

hope you think it's right

hope you actually mean it

hope that girl you find
                                                          kn­ows it's not real

harsh? fine, whatever


do you get it?
yeah of course you don't
you never did

you never could
because you were never meant to understand

because you were never meant for me

Rain bounces off my window,
sounding like the drumming of hundreds of fingers.

I have a problem accepting higher powers,
a doubt of all things that don’t resemble Peter Pan

I keep my mind in a perpetual daydream.

Pressing palms to my throat
My words give heat to my fingertips so that I might remember to write them down this time.

The city streets – the lined paper of my day
I wander all over town
Keeping my finger print in my eye socket
I put my special touch on the world

Punching in the numbers,
I discovered the lifespan of a fleeting thought
in less than a second.

My heart beating like the wings of a hummingbird
I tap on my forehead and try to stay coherent
                                
                       ­                                                                 ­                           Maybe I should drink tonight...

Tonight, let’s take God hostage
throw Him in the backseat
have Him show us around town

We're "those kids"
spending our afternoons learning how to do handstands on nail beds
The ones that foresee failure and live in the moment
Sit on street corners and barter for advice

Let's treat this world as an etch-a-sketch
For we are nothing more than flecks of aluminum looking for a physical reaction

More like soul mates than friends
If you fused us all together you might have one functioning addition to society

Making wishes at 11:11

Looking for beauty in air,
We breathe out to give inspiration to sonnets

Dreaming of switchblades and palm trees, we sit next to the fire
Our feet shoved in embers, burning off the memories of passing Decembers

We pass a flask of whiskey and daydreams
Keeping our mouths sealed tight around the top