Lord knows i’ve tried to go the distance
And your body is the temple
I’ll bury myself in at night
And drink of the sacred fire
That makes all the stars alight
We are shimmering in our disaster
Longing for the advancement of the afterlife
Mind numbs body to feelings
Feet indulge in dancing to the music
These ancient rhythms seek
Willing partners to amuse themselves with tonight
We are faster than the morning
At breaking the rules of dawn
The longing you feel doubles whenever you hear the alarm
And I am bringing my own bottle to ruminate upon
With the sound of laughter echoing in the distance
She hums along to the moaning of the refrigerator
And I make paper airplanes and toss them in the gutters
Cause all this existential distance has got me up in arms

Nothing appears but the sunrise
Nothing dies but our bodies
No one needs more information
When we strike the chord of lightning’s music
We make everything so clear
It's inside the earth
The mother who gives birth
To everything we need and fear
Love is the answer
Making lovers into dancers
And if you don’t need an answer
We can just pretend that we're friends

Lime’s grow upon your skin
And hang from different parts of your body
Have we forgotten how to live with them
All your dinner plans have been canceled
And social distancing is our newest hobby
We may have to line up at the hospital
But make sure you have insurance
Now that life has become impossible
Our obstacles seem to get along quite nicely
You seek freedom from the devil
And maybe some affordable health insurance too
Love is not a watered down drink
In a back alleyway beneath the stars
It's a poem written while driving
Seventy five miles per hour on the freeway
It's speed talking
It's the sting of raw heat on your face
And a cool breeze between your knees
I see you laughing at me
And know that when i take you home with me
All the tables will have been turned upside down
And the whole world will be singing on repeat
Though I bet its no coincidence
That I encountered thirteen broken records
Not too long after i saw you
So I took your picture with me to the police station
And we turned it all around in our dreams
And borrowed some broken imagery
Love is a flatbed truck on the highway
Until we make a lifetime of mistakes
And take the next exit for some coffee
Your voice is a rest stop on the freeway
We take our chances wherever we find them
On the road to infidelity
We neither resist nor persist in our apologies
All love is worthy of being accepted not neglected
But I am compelled to necessary silence
Underneath your fertile skin
There is a courageous river flowing inward
And beneath our improbable appointments
We go and ask permission from the elders
If love is a torrential rainstorm
Then i'll take off all these masks
And joyfully I'll dance, naked in your lightning

Love is an environmental crisis
A crucifixion more contagious than a virus
Symbols spread knowledge to the pious
Faster than these words or stories can deny this
I share memes with both the living and the dead
Are there any level headed people left to deal with
You congratulate me on my lucky winning streak
Do you still think I need your permission to speak
And are you curious about what i'm doing on the sidelines
If these solutions plunge our souls back into the silence
Then words may be a form of manipulation most violent

Hunger is blinding
Humanity is silent
At least until the lights
Are turned back on
We share memories with the whales
As seagulls fly sideways
Dripping stormy music
All over our wet bodies
Drunk on snails and sandalwood
I burn incense and whisper treasures
Hundreds of clouds found you lying
On the naked banks of the Danube

Politics is a five hundred million dollar engagement ring
That can only be bought after you’re thirty five

I swear there is a point to this rambling
If you know what it is than please inform me
I would love to know what happens in your soul
How come you never tell me your stories anymore
Love is a wrong turn made too often
I often write double the amount that i intend to
What is the source of your singing
Where do songs belong in our conversations
What words should we say if our feelings wish to take shape
Why do we make forms from our imaginations
Are the right questions even important
And if so how would we know for certain
Why do i only seek pleasure in your comparison
And underneath this layer of dirt is there a perfect hurting
Why even try at all if so many of our shortcomings are for nothing