those brains are delicious
- my favorite, in fact -

but let them rest
for a white-hot minute

rouse that ancient
heart center hum
om home, love

I hope
you make it

with
or without me

I have a nexus
inside my mouth
but the problem is

how not to
further bind you
in paralyzing webs

it's gonna be whoa
it's gonna be more
than you think
possible

I'd prefer to
connect our dots
in open-heart throes
therapy sesh dosed

on a day
when we're ready
to say hello, let go
and scatter brimstone

fall up into roots
climb trees into pink
2,000 feet tall (at least)
opened fists laced
eyes blown by aerials
of this darklight karmic
forest we've grown

one day out of nowhere
the silenced inside simply found
a swift route to the outside

metal clink *******
words burst forth
telling stories I
did not know
I had in me

and ever since, I know
if I'm not inking myself
I'm hiding

from me

I can quit
for a while
but the longer I go
the stronger it grows

and more forcibly, terribly, it
makes its way up from my belly
when it breaks loose

I should know better by now
the repercussions of shutting down
thoughts lining up to ricochet
but sometimes

I just can't

when it makes me feel more
of what is already unbearable

when it all seems so pale
in comparison to abysmal palette

when I'd rather avoid
looking in the mirror...

I never chose
to be a writer

the words just surged
as soon as my fingers
found their home

just like it was
with us

you can't
erase the tries
outside the lines

but you can
paint over them

from afternoon thunderstorms
while the sun still shines
and the sky crackles
a hypnotic lullaby

this intergalactic
electric ecstatic dakini
spinning enchantments
to launch dew souls
Rocky Mountain hiiiiiiighhhh
brewing bitchinest dreams
inside lenticular lookout
fixin to spit stitches
at broken globular
after I mend my frays
who babbles hypothetically
thru abstruse WTFerland
wants you to know:

I do
believe

in thinks and its
holy whattheshits

here there
everywhere

all. of. it.