9th and main wasn't
busy but I still wondered
how my bike wasn't beneath
me anymore and if I really
screamed when the back
wheel went up, because
for a moment I thought
this isn't really happening
I don't really get hit by cars,
this is something that only
happens to Anne Hathaway
but i pulled out this morning
after a night of of maybe being
afraid that I wouldn't wake up
struck by a new fear of the ways
i can't see around buildings like
i used to--and maybe i'm being
a bit dramatic but i pedaled a
little slower today and my head
hurt with all the ways my leg
was bruised

it wasn't that busy on 9th and main
but I still wondered how my bike wasn't
                                                                                               beneath
me


anymore.

this life is based on impermanence
i'm flailing through the sea of screens that demand attention
my eyesight is wasted on things that don't exist
and my thoughts are plagued by lies
that block the words of my surroundings

i won't remember much
this life is based on fleeting pleasures
i'm willingly sacrificing my mind
to a soulless machine

society is built upon a parallel universe
meant to close the boundaries between us
but it seems that it deepens the gap that exists
with those that are on our either shoulder

i may not be completely brainwashed yet i'm struggling to find the clean air

You were shining in the shade
As the dusk began to fade
I had to turn to you and say,

'Can it always be this way?'

The question never left my lips
And as the sun began to dip
Your eyes were completely lit

All I could do was photosynthesize you.

I am not built for love
I can't keep you warm
The fireplace in my chest
Is soaking wet

From the water that drips
Through my moonlit
Jagged holes

Beautiful to you
In some long forgotten way
You won't stay
In a rain stained skeleton

A visitor in a museum
I'll make a pretty photo
For you to look back on

When you go
All that will remain will be
Trampled leaves and high ceilings
A shadow in the trees