embraced within your own shabby clothes
drink the fireplace in and out through your nose
cross-eyed women eat a lot of chicken
while symbiotic brothers deny
that they blindly love their father's ghosts
and you are sordid like a cat
now i'm glad we got that sorted out
give an ounce of fat and you’ll get a pound of muscle
students take tests in bottomless basements
and are trained to use sandpaper for dusting
some of whom immediately fail examination
solely because their faces are too **** stubbly (ugly)
i shudder at the thought of stopping in the middle
so remove the dissonant fiddle and sit indian style
as riddles are permutations of words
that are sometimes thousands of years old
and gone are the shovels that we use to dig up our souls
your headaches are baked like pound-cakes in the dirt
indecent muffles were heard thirty miles west of earth
hesitate and you’ll die, so rise up and learn to fly
undress the legacy that keeps you chained to lies
this fire is hot and so is your disguise
strategies are as strange as fiction
and i deflect your indecisive missiles
with perfect vision crystallized
and then compounded like coal into diamonds

voice is breath dressed in sound
with rusted waves of heaviness
denser than a fiction
an indefinite amount of suspense
my fingers bled and i am led back to you
home is in my head
i always knew that you were truthful
you are numinous, that is duly noted
i was promoted for fortitude and temperance
i am deliverance sending tolerance back to you

droopy eyes remind the skies of fire
give me sunlight and i’ll show you desire
for love is a burning flame
and dreams are escapades
i see the name written in your flesh
bless this existence with governing harmony
those drill sergeants aren’t bothering you
so part the waters from east to west
lest we fester forever in the morning’s seances

you dance like blossoms upon hundreds of leaves
red eyes cast fingerprints upon these trees
i see you dancing amongst the flowers
i hear you chanting every single hour
invoking plumbs and apricots
the shiny parts that we disassociate
we hesitate to ready our shadows
then we go and wear them to bed
but first we must brush our teeth
while deep asleep i feel your feet rubbing mine
and lions in the dawn dream our longing into song

magazines and socks are in sync
with furniture and clocks
what has risen from the dead
what has hit you on the head
rest in the autumn light
our feet are warm at night
and you were surely right
that there is no reason to be sad
love is the best thing we ever had
so lend a premonition to the darkness
that day will return before too long
for music is our consequence
when we have strayed too far from home
i wonder if we belong
to strangers, or even to ourselves
how do we expect love to come to us
running from the jungle
or bundled like a baby
boy, we are going crazy tonight
words come together like starlight
and punch through your defenses
i see the edges of your divinity
and simply resist the temptation to fight
lightning may be the brightest
but thunder reaches even blind men
and sunlight is among the best medicine
so cunning is the fox
that it always knows that life
is already bursting from the ground
like a round of fire
or hundreds of fingers lifting you higher
i grasp your hand and demand silence for an hour

give yourself one second
to never let your guard down
our hearts are like blueberries
when they ripen they become sweet
we can kiss the mist of morning
or swim in an abyss of fear
and release love without a warning
for there are no strangers here

what shapes and shades of grey
the way we hold our thoughts inside
imprisoned in our own minds
you smile at the flowers
and give love a thousand hours
drench yourself in music
sweet combinations
that never rush to any conclusion
you couldn’t fool me if you tried
if i had one second left to hide
i'd return the books to the library
as these archetypes are dusty
like used book sleeves
with old dust covers and jackets
is this the way, i wondered to myself
to take stock of the situation

shadows shift like wax-paper
making silhouettes upon the snow
swords like words are swallowed
will we ever let it go
in silent trust i echo wisdom
deep, profound, beautiful
the space, poignant and versatile
musical, rhythmic and free
love is improvising again
making the most of where she stands
and even where she can’t
for she loves to be in over her head
which is what i still sometimes don’t get
who is in charge of your destiny
do you believe in such things
why are we made from a symphony
and where can we listen to our memories
and justice is a bargain
that we may not always expect
so give thanks for an abundance of free water
while we are still blessed
to have access to this resource
as we are the source of our own happiness
and waterfalls and aquifers
embody the cascading shower of our breath