I found rats in my hair, ***** of yarn, thickly matted
from daytime naps and rough nights of sleep.
run your fingers through this muddy cane-field,
drenched in the swampy summer rains.

My moon-kissed skin, where each freckle is a drop of coffee
the sun spilt on me while reading the morning paper.
it stretches over my broken porcelain collarbones;
edges jagged and protruding like barbed wire.

Teeth I wore down, chewing rocks, eating sand,
and yellowed with acid and smoke.
and my lips are chapped, small, puckered into a constant
apathetic frown. Too dry to smile, that's my excuse anyway.

Irises like drops of paint dripping into thick milk,
pupils stirring them, mixing them into a foul blend of night colours.
and wrists like a battlefield, fingernails like shattered glass,
razor sharp, bleeding bad habits.

Thighs like hot chocolate, melting marshmallows dripping
down each one - drinking me down by the firelight.
and **** like tennis *****, cut in half and slipped under the skin,
two little speed bumps on my body's ribcage highway.

a body like a corpse,
a heart like a zombie,
and a soul like liquid titanium.
and it's all just whispers from the mirror,
whispers I put blind faith in.

You remember that cow they told us about?
The one that jumped over the moon?
Well.
It never came back.
It’s hind legs were so powerful,
it’s hooves so sturdy
that he jumped from here,
on earth,
all the way over the moon.
All the way through the asteroid belt
past Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune
and even Pluto,
that tiny little sphere of ice
those *** holes at the International Astronomical Union
declassified as a planet in 2006.
The cow died before it got there though.
Maybe because there’s no oxygen in space
though I’ll never be certain.
But his body kept on floating.
Still propelled by the force it left earth with:
a dead black and white cow
sailed out of our solar system
and into the Arm of Orion.
But the light from Rigel and Betelgeuse
chased him away.
Blue-white and red supergiants have that effect on people.
Or cows.
Even dead cows.
And so, our travelling hero, who I’ve now named Frank,
spiralled through 0-gravity
and ended up
on the other side of the Milky Way.
Cygnus. Cygnus’ Arm is what caught him.
Cygnus and Frank became good friends.
Who could imagine!?
A dead cow and swan made of stars!
How preposterous.
But eventually they spread apart
(as all friendships eventually do)
and so Frank was left without a companion
and drifted off through space once more.
And we haven’t heard from him since.

stay focused on the light
all the things i've done and
everything i have been through:
and even when i hurt with my darkest
blue:
at the end of the tunnel there is
always a light:
i stayed focused on the light and i
never lost my fight:
there have been times when i have
felt so down and low:
not knowing what to do or where to
go:
but at the end of my deepest tunnel
there was always a light:
i stayed focused and somehow things
turned out alright:
i always knew if there was a will there
would be a way:
and i still believe that here today:
going step by step is all you can do:
trying your best every day to make it
through:
the road can get rough as we all go
along:
do your best to stay right and dont
go wrong:
dont give up theres always hope:
even you feel your at the end of your
rope:
always look for the light at the end
somewhere:
if you look hard enough you will see
its there:
just believe in you and go along your
way:
and try the best you can today:
stay focused on the light and you will
find:
that you can make it through any
bind:
people may say that you will fail for
sure:
stay focused on the light and all
criticisim endure:
for it is up to you if you want to win
or loose:
its up to you what you decide to
choose:
if you focus on the light:
things will turn out alright:
just give it your best with all your
might:
at the end of a tunnel there is always
a light:
just stay focused on the light:
and never loose the will to focus.

I want to prepare flowers
For each of the scars on you
But there were far too many
Not the scars
But the things that
you deserve to see
A mere flower
Really can't compare
To the beauty
Of what you are
I hope you see this
Before you drift
Too far.

We frolicked under the tears
of the Andean moon,
danced on cobblestone streets
in the sacred valley.

Our minds were laced
with fermented corn,
we connected to the gods.

And you,
you with your celebratory-nature,
changed my fate forever
with the flick of your wrist,
downed sweet memories
of the perfect world
nobody ever lives.

You kept him
alive in a sterling heart,
next to your own,
permeating passions
to be fulfilled
by hearty revelers,
and I did.