I don’t need life insurance
I need a life ignition

Where are the keys?

I see the pavement,
it's so close up ahead
can feel the engine revving
the cool, sweet wind
flickering past the window
or the headlights flickering
on the curving, wet concrete

I can taste it,
the salt in the air
can hear the music singing

I can touch it,
feel it,

I just need the keys.

Attempting to save myself
In this vast, scouring island
Mainland and archipelagos,
There must be room for me
On any continent
Foreign tongue, smooth and rolling
Startling realities, alters festering
With those candles lit and eyelashes picked
Dreams and wishes laid down to rest and die
But no worries, I’ll save myself
I have a paddle and boat
Sometimes the bitter dark waters surface,
And horizons gloom and tragedy thunders,
But either way I’ll survive
And circumnavigate the globe
Meeting others with paddles of their own
Searching for new horizons
A familiar shape of mountain range

Soft, glowing touch of iridescent blue
Gently caress the splintered skin
Stretched tightly around knuckles
Which wouldn’t give in,
I’ve been keeping my eyes open
Been bloodshot and shining
From the beauties and tragedies
Yearning, striving desire
Relentless tug underneath
Hidden door locks and silver keys
Not even your sound can wedge
Between what can truly be mine

Feeling chest heave
Not to cry in public

        I sometimes hate
        How emotional I am

Those words spat
A thousand daggers

       Why am I so
        sensitive?  

Fresh, frosted chocolate
Plate of dozen doughnuts

          Fat.

Catastrophic crosshatch
More red marks than pencil

         I’ll never pass.

Avoiding line of sight
Two souls elapsing.  

         When?

Thinking and breathing
a task sometimes overbearing

       *Because...

12:37 AM
do you ever wake up wondering whether the stars watch us

12:37 AM
like reverse stargazing

12:37 AM
do you think they see us like we see them or

12:38 AM
are we more familiar to them

12:38 AM
than the other way around



2:49 AM
hey you know what

2:49 AM
i think we're not so differ

2:49 AM
different

2:50 AM
us and the stars

2:52 AM
maybe you can tell me what you think when you meet them



3:17 AM
remember that one time jupiter swung down for the moon?

3:18 AM
i saw no stars that night



5:10 AM
you told me once that i'd forgotten to count the galaxies

5:12 AM
and i told you that

5:12 AM
the night before

5:13 AM
i'd never stopped counting



8:02 PM
don't you ever wonder what it would feel like

8:03 PM
to look down on the earth

8:27 PM
from the milky way?

8:40 PM*
don't you ever wonder why we never will?

Run
Run, they say
                                                             ­                            Steady rhythm of feet
                                                                ­                             Lungs fighting and
                                                             ­                                   Sweat flying, toes
                                                            ­                            Curling on pavement.
Catapulting anxiety
Startling, shaking hands
Fingers nimble around the pencil.
Listen to music, soothing .
                                                               ­                                      Close the door
                                                                ­                                    Switch the lock
                                                            ­                            Hear its metallic click,
                                                          ­                                Ignore the pounding
                                                                ­                                 On the other side
                                                                ­               Just focus on what’s inside.
Withering inked pages
Spilled with syllables
Strung narratives singing
Of myths and fables.
                                                         ­                                     Heat, lips pressing
                                                        ­                            Hands sliding, touching
                                                        ­                                       Passion snatching
                                                       ­                           Peace of mind and breath
                                                          ­                                    Inexplicably away.
Bleaching white pixels
Computer screens,
Clicking consoles
Digital galaxies eating
Cast away human sanity.  
                                                                ­                         Wet, soaked sneakers
                                                        ­                     Stretching morning sunlight
                                                        ­                                              Dazzling dew
                                                             ­                                              Hurt lungs
                                                           ­                                        Tear-stung eyes
                                                            ­                                              Raw cheeks
                                                          ­                                           Grass and soil,
                                                                ­                                      Puddles recoil
                                                          ­                                    With every splash.
Run,
We all run
Run away
Run to our own
Remedies,
Those gems
Which allow
A breath of
*air