it's been longer than i'd like to admit
since i last heard your voice
with your uncanny ability
to turn my blood into liquid gold.
i can no longer hear you
calling my name,
but i can still taste the honey
that poured from your lips
as i drowned in each sacred kiss.

Artists reach beyond themselves,
to be more than who they are

The journey never at an end,
nor ever near—but far

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

I lost him
A while ago
Every now and then
People still greet him
I’m not sure
Who they thank
“I am”

Yet he came around
Just the other day
He took the reins
While I was unaware
He insisted that everybody
Go outside and stare up at the stars
It was a magical moment

Man can he party!
I woke up the next day with a hangover
And he was gone again
So why you’re out there
Stumbling around in your daily life
Go outside look at the sun look at the stars
Don’t wait for Tim to show up.