This neon world, so lit with colored glow
My midnight wanderings, they reek of you—
So hidden in the air, nowhere to go,
This nebula, it lies, and clouds my view.

You’ve stripped me of my solitude so long
I can’t imagine days without you there
It’s taken my whole life to see, you’re wrong—
My strength depends not on this sick affair.

I can’t be angry, no, for it’s my fault—
I let you shine your beam upon my fears,
Escort me in a red white blue assault
Red light, green—I hate what once I revered.

I cry, I scream, there’s no way to unbind
Illuminate my soul— Please! I am blind.

The universe provides

                opportunities

Like streets for the taking

alleyways to satiate the curiosity of

        what could be

Giving a ride to the stranger

to be told         Put in on black

with fifty dollars in your hand

Seeing The Best of people at 5 a.m.

(in those moments between time where those few wake)

Early or late

Love is the currency

Take a chance on the people

Hey Brother, can I get a ride?

    Where you going?

I am a sloth,
lounging upon the thick and heavy branch
of a sole, lonely tree.

But where my friends
nibble on their vegetarian diet,
shielded from the harshly perky sun,

this tree buds no leaves
to fall and die, coloring autumn,
or to blossom flowers, fruit of spring,

and instead of relaxing
in a canopy of paradise,
a hovel of food galore,

I'm stuck here wilting
beneath the fiery sun,
starving.

The emerald banquet
is just in sight,
probably only fifteen feet away.

My arms
are strong enough to swing
from this branch to the next,

And my legs are just as swift
as those **** koalas
everyone loves so much.

With a little determination
and patience,
I'm sure I could get there.

And yet I'm rather fond of this tree..
Who am I kidding?
I'm really too lazy to care.

I kissed the air and knew you had never been here
maybe one day we would share the same air

If I yell from the highest building in my city
and you yell from the highest building in your city
Will the screams ever meet?
It's one hundred degrees and I can barely hear the record player over every fan thats blowing
I haven't moved all day
I'm starting to think this mattress has taken a real liking to me
Bringing me reoccurring dreams of you gently kissing my knees.

Sometimes these stitches get so tight
I can hardly open my mouth
all my wisdom teeth are falling out
So many unimportant things our bodies create
only to be removed
only to stop the pain.

I've always been jealous of leaves

because they have the luxury of dying
with the promise of being reborn
in a few months' time
even brighter and more
beautiful than before

    sometimes I want to die
but death is such a big commitment and
I've never been a fan
of permanence

I miss you
but
not in the a-piece-of-me-is-missing-when-you're-gone
kind of way
I miss you in the
I'm-okay-with-being-alone-but-I-like-it-better-when-you're-ar­ound
kind of way and I think that
that is a pretty healthy way to feel

It took me a very long time
to realize that I was whole

    and I'm not so scared of winter anymore