Free me.
Teach me how to be grand and pure.
No more will I be an expectation unfit for the queen.
I may have potentioal, but in my capabilities,
it is nonesistant.
Bring me to the sun and let me burn
The cigarettes match my memories, but
they don't add up.
Electrical wires are down.
No one seems to see farther than glass.\
If I were any more translucent I would be a ghost - i was always quite spiritual
I am trying so hard to listen to the secrets but
I am enslaved by souls that are far from sane

Take me on your daisy train
Spin me fast and hard so I don't
remember who I am or why I
keep singing
Simon and Garfunkel
over and over
again,
let me remind you I am familiar
with the way moss clings
to weeping willows
I am familiar with the dusk of dawn
and yet I am still drawn to you

Humming sultry love songs and
lathering in tanning oil.
Wind-up chew toy.
Everything's
clearance.
Car roof down.
Stars are fire you know.
No more
No less.
Parts of me have been run over by
that sailboat party.
I threw up
everything
but
I pretended to not know
that I lost my voice
from tin cans and lighters.

Interest
compound interest.
Collect my shoes
and walk
for miles.
Come across a clock
wave.
The birds sing.
but they have no vocal chords.
Wave back
faceless hands.
Oops.

Rhymes have no reason
but they are pleasant I suppose
It seems that's all that matters
Satisfaction is bliss
So is ignorance
But it's hard to say which I would prefer
in a world that is deaf
and the people wear eye patches
to save their irises from the sun

I almost slit my pulmonary artery
and I almost tasted bleak ** drops.
But I escaped the morticioner's needle
I refuse to have my eyes sewn closed
and my lips clasped tight.
Freedom only comes by the light of ultrasounds and x rays.
I can see now
better than before.
And it's all thanks to the gravediggers
who replaced the phlamalderhide
with breastmilk.

Splurging on ****** tales is a specialty of mine.
I heard that we are all our own Gods and we all are our own Heroes.
This is a privilege we sometimes overlook,
but I still dream of bigger words.
I know it well, but I am more of a stranger than I was yesterday.
I have made an agreement with my head to never get lost again,
because I think many of us are detached.
And in a world where we are all connected at the hip-
this discomforts me.
I have nothing to lose except everything.
My soul is old and has much to teach me
and I think that is the meaning of life.