I want to write
Poems
In my dreams
I want to
Dream poems
Onto the tip
Of my pen
Leak them
Onto my paper
I dream
Of writing poems
Of dreams
Where I write poems
And as I dream
Of dreamless
Poems
Of thoughtless
Bubbles
It comes in a
Wave
The dreams
Of poems
While
I'm awake

I think about
The things that don't
Involve me
Like science
And problematic equations
Missing pieces
To acient artifacts
Long poles
Connecting electromagnetic frequencies
So he, or she, or them
Can hear the low whispers
Of the man on tv
Telling you
About the woman
Who died
Because
The man
And the man
Knew to much
He was crazy
We are all crazy
Including me
So I'm involved

I have this new beginning
To this end
I've been writing
To this wall
I've been fighting
To hold up
And now all
The biting
All the loose pen
Writing
Is holding up
Some lighting
In my mind
I see that the backboard
Has always been
A closed door
Waiting for something
Waiting for more
And it's strange
I've known you
All along
And you've never
Really gone
And now
You're hear
Slowly cracking
Down the door
That I only
Knew before
As a dark space
A bad place
That hid
Behind my head
Now your lying
In my bed
And instead
Of deceit
And picking off
My meat
You tuck
Me soft
To sleep
And kiss
My broken
Feet
I finally have realized
That you are full
Of no lies
No disguise
And now I'm glad to say
You are all mine

Jealousy and me
Ain't no happy cup of tea
Momma told me
Nothing good
Could come from that
Kissin in the rain
It only brings on rainy days
And love sick colds
Are cured
By jealousy tea
I never liked that taste
Honestly
It was always way to *******
Bittersweet.

When you sit still
For a moment in time
You see things
You wouldn't
Normally find
I didn't know
The bees were out
I had no clue
The sun felt warm
Moving fast
Just does
You harm
The air
It smells
Of burning dreams
No one knows
What's in between
The sidewalk air
The hammers loud
I remember
Everything
I've found

I had a purpose
To let you sit on me
Let you bleed on me
And walk away
Untouched
No you can go
Unfucked
And love someone
With your
Fake aesthetic
I hope you know
You are
Faker than foe
You're a pretty little ***
That stands
On the corner
Down the street
You fed
Off my meat
Deceit
Was all
You gave me

Orchestrating music
Inside my ears
Italian cuisine
Inside my mouth
Panics, paranoia
Inside my head
The American dream
Filled with fireworks
And potholes
Covered by band aids
In God we trust
Police
Sitting and smoking
At the saloon
Being available
For nothing
Losing goodwill
Every second
Every moment
Laying around
As fat house cats
What flawless
Behavior
We all rent
A fake life
And pretend
We aren't
Crashing
Their cars
Into a concrete lady