Message me on your phone
As the long lines of the road
Are fading swiftly
Bleeding into the dirt
We give all our hurt to the harbor
Love is a fatherless child
Blinded by his pride
So now you make due
Without anything new to distract you
We must learn to grieve what we have lost
If we are to be anything more
Than just a couple of caustic teenagers
With sylvan features
Barely treading water
With heavy stones in our backpacks
Talking to lions on the playa
Dancing with these wildfires
In Peru, pumas with plumas
Awaken your inner lover
Who masquerades as the devil
While dancing disheveled
In your living room
We are heavily armored
Farming our arugula in tropical soil
Child rearing is a solid vocation
And can you really say to me
That your life is just one
Exasperated aspiration after another

Can you confirm that i’m relevant
Whenever human words fall short
We must again address our souls
In the dirt of a garden
My feelings are hurt
That you'd attempt to abandon me again
After all we’ve learned
What’s stopping you from compromising
If attraction is a form of tragic magic
Then teenage intangibles
Will one day recover all our samples

Love is a witch’s favorite broomstick
Congratulate your lingual frenulum
For it's offerings are very underrated
Your legs linger on my body hypostatically
Shall we make this tragic magic last
A little longer than is completely necessary
For pleasure is a purpose worth fulfilling every night
Humid lines arise upon our eyes
As the rain defines our fantasies
Underneath the sky it's dry
Until our cries seed the clouds with beauty and tyranny
In between sirens and syntax
Our shadows are absent minded raindrops
Funding designer headlines and retirement parties
Abated hangovers decry
That there is no longer any use  
In hanging around where we are not wanted
So we say goodbye to our pilots in a dutiful skyline
Confused voices meander fluidly by
As drunken longings feed the stars their flesh
We share strategies with the morning
It's up to you to attempt to deny this
Do we cry for those caged lions and tigers
Or for our own fragile sense of nakedness and separation
When life is dressed in desperation
Perhaps tonight we’ll finally get it right
Though we’ll never see the end to life
We so desperately need to make assumptions
That define our relationship to space
For we have yet to face our faulty tendencies
To try and encapsulate grace
Though the emptiness escapes our fate
If they are only present due to faith
Throughout the day I can taste
Measurements of movements in their wake
We laugh for days while our place holders are at stake
The less you know for certain
The more likely you are to get away with it

These dreams are a blue suit
That I’ve worn beyond it's limits
Made of flimsy little words
These otherworldly thoughts
Are the threads that join
Our avian souls to ancient nests  
When birds have fireplaces again
We all can have our own frame of references
So we drain the wells and the swamps
That are encompassing the darkness
These centipedes guard our hearts
Until in the end we free their many legs
Which are bound with solemn threads
Leading us to our inevitable depths
We are heading towards cacophonous dead ends
That we mistake too often for the sound of laughter
There is a place of innocence that we must have lost
If each night is a dream come too quickly
And now you dress your wounded feet in hungry stockings
As if i could feed your heart's tenderness
With all of gravity's faults and longings
Life is a tangled up rose bush
And love is a living garden
Time is a boiling *** of something
We can’t quite put our fingers in yet

Love is a thousand pounds of sheet metal
We are the carpenters of the stars
With stardust on our shirts
And belts made from materials of the earth
We filter our bedtime stories
Using only certain words
That you can comprehend clearly
When the edges are blurred
Living often seems absurd
And despite our hurting
We are not yet free
Of the burden of our guilt

I peek into your window
A mountain of steam comes from your heart
A volcano awakens and your lips part
Your legs quiver but I beg to differ
Cause long ago I made a promise
To never hang around
Where i'm not truly wanted

A fleeting image of a promise
Captured in the darkness
We took pictures of our victims
Our youth are those innocents
Who we share all of our shadows with
Tip-toeing over rusted fences
A trail of broken boards and ***** fingerprints
Left scattered haphazardly on the horizon
We run through dreams and over valleys
Life is a small part of a greater picture of reality
We walk, we talk and make love for naught
Like dinosaurs in the dawn of separation
Serpents sing for freedom at our gregarious dinners
Lust is a book best written for beginners