We look to the stars
But those slow burners watch us -
Pops of fiery life
Blasting in and out of the night
Like fireflies in their venerable eyes

Were we made to bear another's burden
I would take all your pain
Rattle it out on piano keys
Show you its frailty
Leaves leaping to freedom inside the funnel cloud

I would take your emptiness
Cut it through cello strings
Show you its beauty
The struggle of fire to get outside of itself

I could hold your fear
Beat it like a drum
Show you its purpose
Just because a wave can't be contained doesn't make it any less beautiful

I would cherish your love
Sing it to the stars
Show you that you belong
We all burn to be in the sun, why be surprised that I would burn for you?

I'd like to note on greeniest breathing life leaves and grass of swords
and bluerest billboard of sky with it's clouds advertised flying what dreamers might
whitester winds who grasp at your clasp, undoing your coat of thoughts
yellowy naps of the sunlight cat - fat in its guarding the gates of comfort
I'd like to rhyme on time (but I don't)

which should not distract from suchly facts

Anything is worth writing
about

Perhaps not so
for reading

Cousin Death sends regards
Yet never liked you
You prepare too much
Reveal too much
You make twice the work
and spoil his great surprise

Avoiding sleep like the peas on a plate
Good for you, sure
But a felonious taste

Swirls of fluttering images
Like dreams take flight on nightingale's wings
This bird is caught in a cage
Its movements are mad

In it something animates
A message
The message
The reason I escape

Dreams before have been my gift
Now they blacken my teeth
Rotten, rotten

¢orruptable truth skips town when you walk in the (collection of spaces)

my false is my found is my autocorrected ****

not in a classic sense but explicitavely explosive

while the long mannequin arm-hand of death pretends not to reach for us
let's laugh away the notion of forever;
as this speedy life-of-grins and touches-buzzing and buzzing-looks-of-life
will have our necks broken before the sunrise

Bars across the world
Full of lonely people
Holding them in
Shouldn't let them out
Not fit to fiddle
Guitar strung out
Beat to death
There might be a window to a street
But they don't see it
What's the point
Alone in here
Alone out there
Failure tastes the same
Piano keys have them locked
The squint-eyed singer is pouring his heart out
He doesn't need it so he fills their cups
Lips dance with the microphone
His voice sears
Lonely ears
The wet curb outside
Might serve a better pillow
Than the soft one at home
That reeks of memories
And is damp with tears
Bars keep them in
Right where they should be
Cheers

responsive wordplay resizes
double entendre to single line
call blocked the writers
got more out by dialing 9

touch screens to text readers
read text and seem touched
the ringing in your ears
was from a cellular punch

I plan to limit my data
but I always over share
mastering dastardly dactyls
pushes my meter to bare

if you only think 1x
you might struggle to get the picture
take a 4G dose to flex
your brain with crack and fissures

lithium ironic that my low battery
turns hyperbole to hypo
I got you charged with flattery
alas, you're not my typo

I tried fixing you
Instead the universe broke me
Showing me there are many roads
To balance
I thought you needed repair
Turns out my bleeding despair
Clots better
Knowing our plenty wounds are shared

I should rejoice
In the equilibrium
Yet a part of me still burns
At the path you’ve been set upon
Knowing your strength in darkness,
Guessing your brilliance in the light

Lay crushed under the weight of the sun
Like a hot, heavy boulder squishing me in the chair
I breathe carelessly
as if lungs will always expand

despair not
put
what words in the air
most resemble hammers smashing aloud the renderable vulnerable tender
massacre bloodily what would keep you broken forgetting your imprisoners gladly swiftly
more oft than not the misdirected hurt is their own hammers
not sounding like the scary stuff courage is made of

I could kiss you always
#trust
I could enjoy this buzz through my skin
For eternity
I pretend it's a gravity field that keeps you
#science
It's certainly not the sun that
Rises and falls
Couldn't keep a rhythm with my heart
#worthless

patient lads await good things
so few are left in this world
for:
warming
easing
healing

they think us blood and therefore cuts are wounds but

we are hurts that only your eyes can heal
we are deaths your hands reverse
your words are bandages loosely wrapped
yet reassuring

we must wait wait for the sun again
it brings gifts of
warming
easing

healing