slower is easier, actually
these bed posts are kind of mean
there's something
i'm not saying
and i'm wondering where it could
be
actually, that's comforting
sincerely, that's flattering
basket case of novelties
heavy hearse
heavy frequency
it's lending it's hand to you
something promised
and running true
in the castles, there are heartless fools
they are deconstructing
with lofty tools
magic
mystic
unconsciously
mathematic and feverishly
running forward to
a destiny
flailing backwards
to an epiphany
slower is easier, actually
these bed posts are kind of mean
there's something you're not saying
i'm wondering where it could be

don't like hellos
don't like goodbyes
don't like seeing you unintentionally
don't like being used
like being used
like seeing you unintentionally
like goodbyes
like hellos

flying juniper arrows
fell asleep by the meadows
struck my body with vengeance

that night you screamed at me sweetly
made me tear at my covers
blackbelt in bedsheet karate

i was the kid in rehab who
my counselors let
watch movies
past my bedtime

I dream of women;
a Dionysian slip
through Apollo's cracks

Sat down next to this seven year old kid named Max.
He could play a couple songs on the piano, it astounded me
He then sung to me one of his songs that he'd written.

He would ask questions like, "How can I fix this?" -
as he pointed to the bottom of a handrail that shifted with weight.

I sat with him a while, and he made me want a child.
He made me want to bring a being into being.

something looks and creeps on the countertop
parasitic cyst
up on the table
a phonograph feeding me from way back
a comatose short
you made me outnumbered and sorts
a different flesh
but you feel the edge
and feel suprised but
you know just what i am
a different life
and we were encumbered
and adorned

okay alright o'
i want you naked again
god ******, kay, fine