i am fortunate enough to choose my own melodies
as sadness drifts like a river through the night’s journey onward
forget your identity and merge with the trees along the shoreline
who is the gatekeeper anyway
she is the one who decides what is appropriate
i wish to meet her face and see her eyes
for what a challenging occupation it must be
this infinite being presides over our frustrated creativity
i see women dreaming like symphonies
making serendipitous discoveries
individual recoveries from addiction to imprisonment
symbols surround our mountains
and draw us down from the ethers
into present day realities
i choose to face the fire of the architect
as stardust collects on your shelves and altars
you may stall as long as you wish
for procrastination can never touch this
who found infinity first
to brag about it would be laughable
i question our obsession with thoughts
why we validate some and consider others repulsive
can there be value in individual ideas
or only in vast conglomerations
perhaps we are bound to an infinite chain of misnomers
if all skandas are fundamentally empty
including form, feelings, perceptions, formations and consciousness
then earth, water, fire, air, and ether
are all manifesting maya equally
this life may indeed be a satire or a tragedy
with a sprinkle of ire or perhaps a little irony

In my head i can often be ambivalent
In my heart i am sometimes ambiguous
But in my chiral soul i am purely ambidextrous

The stars in your eyes looked dry today,
and I wonder if you've watered them lately?

The black hole was discovered
And we uncovered our faith
Today we unraveled the whole escapade
The world has finally decided
That the galaxy was made from nothing
But the universe (herself) wouldn't smile
For she was afraid of taking up too much space
So she dressed as something that she's not
And thought that she ought to consider
Hiding for awhile, at least in plain sight of day
In hopes that we'd forget her nakedness
For like every other Goddess in existence
She only wished her name to be kept safe

I’ll never lust after another
Are we solitary
Or together
Beneath the surface
You accentuate my fear
Of failure
I seek medicine
You seek only despair
I seek comfort
But you’re never there
We are complacent
And that’s why
We never dare
To risk our selves
For love is rarely enough
Whenever a common language
Of trauma
Is the only thing
That two people may share

incestuous blankets
cover thy body
somebody is here
when you are long forgotten
brand-name sovereignty
shoddy craftsmanship
candy covered copies
of loose apostrophes
dangling from false pretenses
the portable economy
is a grifter's game
of refrain and manageability
i am magnanimous like a spark
captured in dark rooms
and in your binary libraries
like tiny memories
always fading on an ark

We are still figuring out how to breathe,
In a world, where the air is filled,
Mostly with concrete.

Neglect the exit strategies
Factor in the fireplaces
And make a run for the bathrooms
We are artists with no medium
As kindred spirits are united
We must drink this tedium together
And make real words from our seances
We tied ropes around our souls
Solely to shake up our abandonment issues
We have confused virtue and servitude
Confused by loose lips and loose cannons
And the bad breath of certain movie stars
We all share these vulnerable parts
That are as loyal and broken as our heart

who’ll fill you up
when your cup is broken
who’ll fill your cup
when you’re heart is broken
who’ll fill you’re heart
when you’re feeling kind of broken
who’ll heal your heart
when you’re feeling kind of down
who’ll lift you up
when you’re feet are on the ground
who’ll give you life
when your mind is kind of frazzled
who’ll take their time
when you need them in your life

Cellular reception
Landmines explode
And I will not control you
I cannot keep up with you
Or compete with you
I no longer have the energy
To worry about what you say
I think I have a runny nose
But that won’t stop me
From running far away

the american dream (or so it appears lately)
seems to be founded on,
the same untrustworthy premises,
as the oldest confidence schemes,
first recorded in the libraries of history.

Ugliness is commonplace these days
So we save the best for later
Last night you went away
And i stayed awake for a thousand centuries
And prayed to all the gods that i could name
That maybe you'd return to me eventually

the bottoms of the stars are roofs
roots, candles, ceilings
sit upon the earth
blankets covering the dirt
trees: treat them like family
your cheeks i kiss them
my tongue lingers in ecstasy
(teeth bite flesh rip skin)

songs caress your neck
sweat, oh sweat, holy sweat, tender sweat
the scent of holy basil
pouring from her highness
drops of sweat, beads of sweat
sweeten my tongue with vengeance
like a fire i long for water
fresh and salty, a million times
you come back for more

you had my heart and tore it
out; dragged it across
the stars, down the stairs, through
the maddening streets, into
the graveyards, forgotten at your feet
never plundering, oh please
your peaceful gardens: haha
i laugh at these; your best is the worst
i could've ever asked for

may your formless curves continue
to sail smoothly upon waters and seas
calm and rough, choppy and chocolate
river dolphins immediately come ashore
and talk and walk among us, as they did
before, a long time ago, prior to the fall
when we were, supposedly, all in this together

Loud and raucous teenagers
Take breaks of active imagination
Finding their freedom at will
We are always holy
Mostly because we have
A million holes to fill
Bleeding bodies are tiny targets
For our emancipatory wills
Emancipated by symbols
And technological skills
We can fill all these buckets
With our psychiatric bills

my own hands have turned against me
and seek to only do your bidding
if you let them
they would sever themselves
completely from my arm
and join your thousand arms
and hold on as tight as a child
love is mild and sometimes
wilder than a tiger
in libraries and movie theaters
densities adjust to your temperatures
sweat and shelter
beds of honey make a nest for us to lay upon
on sun swept sidewalks i walk mindlessly
if you have an ounce of compassion left
you’d come and shine your light on me
if you would be so kind as to hold me
i would undress the antelope for you
and finish my drink beside the galactic pool
loose like lightning
inside of fine dining
in rosebush countryside
i sage the morning sky
and speak gibberish to her majesty
otters and felines
destined for mudslides
sun-dried like cactus flowers
in the dusty afternoon

29 degrees
finishing old themes
completion imminent
death is not
a depletion of resources
so are we ready
to be reborn

Subtle apostrophes seeking apologies
For being seen naked
These commas indeed are angry
Do you fancy delivering me some verbiage
Confessions are standard
And punctuated sentences are evidence
Of the contrarian tendencies you embody
It's a hobby being copied
Making friends with dungaree clad daughters
And seeking sunshine from beneath the cover
Of a worn down copy of someone else's obituary column

you were born of love and beauty
born of September's duty
born in windy nights upon an old bed frame
our bodies knotted and tied together
like fragile fingers entangled in a sweater
sell me you nonsense and i’ll buy it at cost
for making a profit is an art that's never truly lost
you hunt like Mozart and fight like Beyonce´
kiss like a butterfly and punch like Muhammad
for all your love is evidence
that our dentists are really first cousins
convinced that they should get married
modest appointments turn themselves into mansions
resume our concussions as the cavities are filled
silly to turn away paying costumers today
pop culture is empty like hollow dumplings
it mainly stands up for Humpty Dumpties
it makes way for haste and often neglects taste
but still respects the commonplace
dancers who seek lavender and shelter
shirts cover our skin as we drift within
you give me a taste of that honey
as peaches lift my spirit give me cheer and joy
we keep getting nearer to the juiciest core
stone fruits are falling
coming down with such a noise
the magic of the clatter is in its tiny voice

I am a scoundrel squirreling away my ideas
I am a coward hiding in fear
In the light of yesterday’s triangles
In the light of yesterday’s eyeballs

In the light of yesterday
You reside in a collapsing tidal wave of love
I am a mountain wondering
If you will ever try to move me

The projector is a woman
A human
A dreamer
Made out of jumper cables and breadcrumbs
Your thumbnails are tumbling
Head over heels to meet her
We see the sharpened glass
And as fast as we can cash out
We make a run for the patio
A ladder up the stairs
With hatred in our hands
And nothing left in our hearts to sell
We are accompanied by monkeys
And men in tuxedos
A loose cannon blooms
And shoots through the wall
A canopy collides
With a visually challenged individual
How are you so full of persuasion, she asks
A mix of liberation and a margarita
I am dreaming of the ocean
A perfect place to lie in the sun and dry off my shoulders
With common purpose
We surf the sound of metaphors crashing
In flashes of crayons
And wet paint sprayed haphazardly
We explain our philosophy to the gravediggers
We keep waking them
Until our hourglasses need fixing
We are shifting in our sandals
And refolding our blankets every hour
The old magic is tangled in your hair
And I just can't stop staring at you
Are you really even here
I hope you don’t mind
That the winter is alive with the sound of nature
We are naturally blinded by infrared romantics
Yet bound to find our souls in the middle
Our blood is equipped with spit and spirit
And it fits right into our heart
We are shifting stratospheres
For there was a lonely place here
Even before the earth appeared, forever naked
We are infiltrating the epicenter of the universe
A purposeless poem
Lost in the wind
Folded to begin with
Now we are unfolding
Opening
Unraveling, traveling
Our trembling fingers tenderly touch
Yet we must not rush
Or we're likely to make a mistake
We're better off avoiding

When death comes to hang out, i wonder if he bring his own rope?

your arching body holds me in captivity
i am hungry for the thrashing you visited upon the angels
swiftly forming your mouth into song
i hear the words that we’ve known all along
the noose is strung around that branch
for now is the time to leap into the dance
and invoke a renaissance of laughter
the young bride discovers her sexuality is fluid
fertile like those beautiful gardens
hung like skyscrapers
among twisting tunnels of burning paper

flight of a bird into the depth of the night
shutters part and our eyes make contact
through the partition of glass
have you kept up your appearances
if we let our eyes meet
will our inner children no longer need us
you are an example of the winter’s dismissal
i am wild and governed by time
lines on your face smile at me naively
lift up your skirt and i will make haste
fasting in the morning
our lives are intertwined
like the handle of your brush and the seat of your chair
what's awakened in your heart these days
will you show me
the light you’ve hidden
winter is coming
i am your friend
give me the reason to expect your blessings
i interpret the existence of our dreams
sediments are not what they seem
sweet dreams my love
if we are held in
forests
forever breaking free
tender threads of comfort
will be happening
her eyes
are joined to the fireplace
strands of hair grip the night’s sky
linger for a second and are once again free
paper trails make haste as dancers move in place
our love is the frame we make
the cochlea is awakened
by the sounds of our breathing
if we suspend our hearts
will we break them
if we are undertakers
will we awaken in their arms
gardens abound of the sounds we savor
the flavors of yesterday still lingers
between us i have an armful of flowers
and the landscape is so captivating
even as our world capsizes into nothing

the queen dreams of everything
the depth and the distance
in between nothing and something
our goals seem small
and infinitely whimsical
our hands demand attention
but most pay them no heed
if you are adventurous
you’ll examine them
and contract them
into two powerful *****
that engulf these halls
as worlds are born
and collapse again
within the fraction
of a single second
faster than it took you
to even read this sentence

I love the smell of coriander
And cardamom roasting in the morning
Coffee and cinnamon scattered on the floor
We share our laughter with the water
These plants are tender
As your fingers gather medicine
From the yard
We tie them up and bring back art
From its repository
We are sharpening our hearts like knives
And watering our minds
Gardens pop up everywhere she walks
Humble hearts make
Burning arcs throughout the sky

A. Never trust anyone, that doesn't owe somebody, some amount of money.

B. Never trust, anyone, that doesn't owe you money.

REALITY
Is it all a farce
A satire
A musical comedy
Or worse
Maybe its a horror flick
Or are we doomed
To be a sitcom, drama or telenovela
What the hell is going on
Cut -- Is this camera even on?

Hungry eyes are torn from borrowed books
We look inside our minds and find emptiness on hooks
Gyrating lions drunk on mescal
Flex their muscles and sell me all your secrets
Handheld pliers long to pull your teeth
While we fall asleep in each other's bodies

I resolve to give up poetry
To release the need to feel or think
I resolve to heal and smile daily
I resolve to become real for you
I resolve to do anything you want me to
I am really evolving rapidly over here
I resolve to struggle
Like you taught me to, for long ago
We kissed and i resolved to tell you
That your resolve is a bunch of worthless B.S.
If you have no will or follow through

The visionless depths
Of angstful arrogance
Serving false narratives
And depolarising our axons

Tethered to our belongings we cease to belong together.

climbing upon a pile of wonder
so high it could never let us down
but you retain the fragrance of the inner sound
the inner turning
that stilled the ocean
the holy churning that filled us with devotion
i am hopeful yet never tired
bored to death of these disposable hearts
sordid lovers unclutter my mind
free me from the binds i’ve tied
i’ve tried to remind you
over and over
of the ways we deny our soul’s purpose
sweat and shadows
hug them tighter
and let the blindness overtake you
i am the form of swarms of salmon
in solid honeycomb they weep
if your fingers held my own
then we’d rejoice in spite of tragedy
and sing for the weeks we had no sleep
i am confused by stories
in which the princess doesn’t find her power
our hunger has overtaken us
and now we demand our pay
sweep under your bed
and in the corners of your heart
sordid are the moon’s tales
of pursuing beauty like the wind pursues the sails
i swiftly conquered my disgust
at seeing you with another man
for if you have no more feelings for me
than on what ground does my suffering stand

we go out fishing for feelings in the dawn
his music burns holes in her skin
her heart is a tirade of injustices
do punish these children for believing
give them ropes to end their lives
study the tides of men and women
how kindness and violence
must always intertwine
what a waste of hungry eyes
they shine like mindless flies
blind as the days of our lives
binding our hindquarters
straw and hay make headway
presents for the undeserved
serve me cold and quickly
his energy is amazing
shifts like the feathers of a bird
make space for agony
thanking god for its companionship
compassion is magic
its action, talent and enthusiasm
miasmas of space disintegrate in our face
grief is next so why wait
for the beauty queens to eliminate
happiness is a cure or a curse
start with the best and finish with the worst
blessed unrest has taken its toll
i am bold and hungry for money like candy
smooth and rigid i must drown my edges
and submerge suffering in tender kisses
fits of rage and fists of fury
humanity is denying its real duties
to return to beauty, love and truth
you speak of kindness
as if it was proof of all that's good
misunderstood people
bark orders at themselves
stand in judgement of their health
feelings dealt and hearts withheld
bells and whistles are expelled
stochastic rhythms from our cells
blessed music is in our legs
let me go and i’ll fly high
keep me chained and its likely i will die
don’t let the fact that its impossible
deter you from trying
in the end you may be surprised
by how quick you took to flying

when everything crumbles
iʼll be there for you
sharing in this care for you
with a heart big enough for two
i love you
swimming in your bathtub
soaking in your bubbly heart
first iʼll light a candle
then iʼll write a poem
all lives are holy
and all faiths are worthy
i sense your resistance
so let me offer you a kiss
for this impermanence is magic
fractally didactic
insatiably attractive
dedicate your life to god
forever in the now
remove the appetite for ego
speak only when its necessary
exceptions are accessories
and iʼm so glad that
you're seated next to me

Why do so many people
Want to have their picture taken
And posted online
All over the internet
For your eyes only
Personally I find it discordant
And a little disorienting
We deceive our friends
And pretend we are not lonely
Mostly lost and a little distorted
Forced to refrigerate
Our lack of moral attunement
Our only hope is not to give a ****
We never did fit in anyway
So let’s play the game
Where we never say we're sorry

Polyphonic burdens in our native tongue
Guttural agglutinations living on the run

Once upon a time: In the garden
Symbols embodied within forms of reason
Determined the limits to our liberation

Again we sit. And listen to the soft susurrations of spirit. The abnegations of our decisions. These ablutions are always watered down. And we swim in our safety nets till we are plunged into the darkness. The unsuspecting silence is a moment that we invited. I am delighted to let go of my mind. I find nothing worth holding onto. It slips out like a poem. I birth universes from nothing, so cuddle me in your warm arms. Love is frightening. So we shake our shadows and rustle the tree tops. Long live our strategies. Don't you dare try to follow me. Let's choose not to believe in gravity. For the way up is less scary. I see your fingers tracing shadows on the wall. I wish they’d linger on my body. I’d love to tell you that I didn’t care but you'd immediately know that nothing could be further from the truth.

Concrete writing
Lungs filled with fluid
We Shift our attention
To the narrowing of consciousness
We need to breathe but can't
Amid the sycophants and drowning egos
All we see is steam
Rising from a vat beneath the ocean floor
We descend into the memory of endings
Gone are ego’s longings for superiority
We are shedding again
Making room for our hearts to grow by being broken
God knows we’ve tried enough
So now we must let go and face the depth of our suffering
A symbolic death
A friend
An initiation into mind beyond ego
We are echos of another time
We are lines hidden behind
Signs we've traced in the sand
She said, I can’t understand anything you’ve said
But still I’d love to go to bed with you again
Someday

words take up space like cows
and eat the fields of our mouths
sew the seeds of drought
from over-consumption
we learn to go without

School recesses are recessive lately
So you tell me all about the depression
That you are currently living through
The world is receding faster than your hairline
I regret to inform you of these regressions
That I am just an image-making time-machine
Here are my shortcuts; if you wish to keep up with my ig
Ctrl c to copy and ctrl v to paste
I'd really love to spend more time with you
Or some other people's money, wouldn’t you

We are running out of time
Do I have the courage to write
What it is I really want to say
It's all a set up anyway
We are framed for our virtues
And not to be blamed
For our ignorance these days
What's the use in resisting
For even if we did
I know we’d totes deny it anyway

Gone ******* tumbling over torpid waters
Turning inside out and bottomless
You float for a second before sinking
Into the opposite of weightlessness
It's imperative that we digress
And witness feathers in a headband
We are the lead singers of tomorrow’s epiphanies
We are the band and the audience members simultaneously
Everything is blessed and made to wander equally
We are tiny strings attached to the fragilest parts
Of every person’s heartbeat
We are the insurmountable struggles that inspire your art
We are the feelings you embody in the night’s soft atrophy
We are the appetites we repress
When there’s no one left to buy you dinner
We seek new meanings in beauty
And in the mind of each new lover we take
Our own image remains engraved photographically
Steadfast and permanent we laugh at our innocence
On the road to invisibility we take the first exit we can find
Laughing is sublime only as often as you can bear to really die
We shine like silhouettes behind the curtains of our memories
We are embracing magic in our uncertainty and living
Amidst and between, boundaries of ancient diseases and new discoveries
The pathway of apologies is not a road you can navigate intuitively
We are obviously hollower than a pair of five gallon drums
For when the rain comes we take the opportunity
To fill our towers, tanks and reservoirs; as if beauty was just a bargain
That we made when there was no one left to argue with

if we need another epidemic
iʼll call the television and project it
all this entertainment is worthless
if we are ready to reject it
self appointed alcoholics
sort of miss the point of calling
donʼt worry about the results
when the tests are already expected
before anything is done
the outcome is already certain
from behind the hidden curtain
our politicians pull the strings
so many unsavory morsels
so many unapologetic beings
so many activities
Odysseusʼ journey
Hercules and other heroic epics  
drastically broken
dented and retrospective
reflected in midnightʼs mirror
beams of light shatter our vision
if we wish to see clearer
threads of burning filaments
syntaxes
simulate
our impotence
immolated indigents
dissident
disappointments
disingenuous
and feral felines
blend with fragrances we miss
nostalgic as donkeys
for trysts and romances
def poets despair at nothing
how will we conquer these dinosaurs
forever blinded by our prejudices
weeks of dying roses
seekers of the psoas
bones and tendons
robed in shadows
stretched as tight as arrows
the seeker bows down
what if moses had drowned
would his followers
have had to run for cover
seek your mother
gift her another dragon's eye
look for our brothers
in words and stutters
close the shutters
rooms descend in escalators
no one likes to let you
fool around with their heart
anymore

I find you foul-mouthed and beautiful
You are the aforementioned howl
You are the sound of mistakes being made too easily
So I chase them away with my laughter
Are you familiar with the taste of rubber
Love is any number of things put together in a hurry
It is observation and challenge
It is confessions and talented desperation
It is relevant conversations amidst the pain of separation
Cancel the reservations we made
This life is a breath away from being over
Over tired, overbooked, overwhelmed
So we try to remove the hooks and the phonics
The sonic loopholes deserve to be explained carefully
We are sharing music with the shells
And the spheres, that only otters can hear
As they float downstream quite gracefully

You are the color of laughter
And a part of all that I can see
You surround the earth with feelings
And make it worth our similes
We are all individual particles of your desire
The higher we rise the more we realize
Your embodiment is necessary
I am incarnating my heart
One spark at a time
Finding the irreconcilable differences
Between science and art
We are poetic licenses masterfully exercised
I supply my own meaning to the tendencies I find

In the tender corners of the mind
You are happy to reside
In living colors and blooming flowers
Nature showers in the morning and the night
In every flavor of the mouth
Even in the hours when I doubt you
And run around you like a mountain
Pounding on the earth for you to let me in