4:59 in the morning and
my mind is a mix of
You, dreams and 5am-
All of which, I
have yet to receive.

shamans wearing labcoats
god uses google earth
to spy on his son
jesus christ
a fashion designer
who might be gay

develop your own style
and stick with it
because its all you've got
live life with a burning eye
and a burning mind
questioning everything

i learned of the human race
in common traffic patterns
and merging lanes
complex societies, civilizations
manifest in the everyday citizen
reduced to riding their machines

catatonic bon fires
nights lived with mystery and
misery and drunken foot steps
hauling yourself down the stairs

broken but seamlessly designed
lively living style
cannabis canopy in my mind
swaying back and forth

its burns with desire
i saw the eyes of god
in a bud light bottle
divine love
in a **** rip
make your choices
or the art dies

he said
sorry, i
totally just
spilled my
heart out
to you

don't worry
i told him
**i know the
feeling

please don't leave me.

i thought this would be
easier, knowing months ahead,
but i'm scared that
b e i n g  a l o n e
will sound even quieter
than it used to
before i knew (and loved) you.

maybe my hands shake because
i've been told settling is wrong,
and my fingers have been kept
in their skin for too long

(if i shed, i'm sure i'll grow wings)