There's a mirror on the dashboard
But I can't see myself
Driving blindly through a fog
Created by the sun's wealth

I know I should have known better
When the traffic light changed
To match the color of the drum
Beating inside my cage

Anything is possible
Or am I just displaced
A refraction of air and heat
And the loss of genuine grace

Free me from these illusions
The chimera and the apparition
But let me keep imagining
Don't take away the inverted visions

There's a mirror in the desert
My thirsty soul marches through windy sands
I hope to find relief in water
But it's just a cactus with a pocket watch

At the moment of choice
I faltered
Now there needs to be a sacrifice
At their altar

But before I go
Headfirst into the unknown
I need you to see
The true colors of me

You knew I was sensitive
To the threats in the cafeteria
But do you realize
We were all once bacteria?

I'll take the blame
For how I've made you hurt
But is it my fault that I haven't evolved
Past my time as a bug in the dirt?

I know your heart burns
And suicides need revenge
They shouldn't reside next to the daily weather
They should be mystically erected like Stonehenge

I know you feel like all the pain
Is on your side of the fence
I'm just going with my gut here
I'm just trying to make sense

I have a feeling I met her once
In a hostile, sterile place
Don't remember what I said to her
But in those walls, I let no one into my true head space

I have birthmarks on my ears
And when I was young, I stepped on a toad
One could be a sign of something miraculous
One could be a sign of a wicked, wretched road

I know your people value the color red
I know you protect those with wings
But like Saint Augustine said,
All birds have their origins in the sea

I know you cast your spells
While I say my prayers
Magic and religion were once one
Till divided on a truth or dare

The soul of the world is nourished
By happiness, sadness and envy
Our desires came from the Universal Soul
Even if they caused a frenzy

Even though Lisa said it didn't matter
I have one last thing to say before I'm done
The soul of the one you love is everywhere around you
Even if Earth is the third planet from the sun
(ALL THINGS ARE ONE)

Tumor bloom
Tumor grew
Tumor who
Rumors flew
Tumor removed
Tumor who
We still can’t figure out what is wrong with you
And you can’t raise your hand in a test tube
Bloated yellow belly on hands of blue
Investigate through shaky fingers, how dare you
It’s only our job to watch you
Watch you fade away, cry at your funeral
An through sobs of joy, claim we were there for you
Are you still with Us?
Are you still with Us?
Well here’s another object we can put a piece of your soul in
Chock full of nothing at the bottom of the ocean
-----
Well, I only stuck around to hear the details from your mouth
Perhaps to share some with you, but you never asked, you assumed
Just like I did when he told me he did it with a smug, smug grin
Just like I did when I returned to my body with plastic near every inch
Guilty by the first, but I swear I wasn’t there for the rest
Take a dose by ten, wash it down with tainted gin, let’s see how well you land
I wanna see how well your body lands
And all this I’ve gathered through a hell made up of your eyes
Didn’t have the luxury of tape to ease my long-gone mind
There were some things to repress, long before this
I’ve pried open every vault, to find this wasn’t one of them
No, this wasn’t one of them
And your spies, my friends, were your spies
Who are you this time
And my friends, were your spies
So I divulged the icing with a glazed smile
Yeah I divulged nothing, but I tried
I tried
Closing my eyes I see your future objects
An one day you’ll be under the curtain
Yes, one day you’ll be under the curtain
Observed, abducted, catatonic, fried
This world hates absolution
When I’m gone
Maybe a ghost can jog my memory
That was too much for you to do
----
Tumor bloom
Tumor grew
Rumors flew
Tumor removed
Tumor who?
Tumor who?

The world wants delicate creatures
That never rust
When with the faintest vibration
They crumble into dust
So you can keep the fresh bouquets
Lined up on your bedpost
I'm happy just to be the mulch
That made the garden grow

She's Japanese and Cherokee
And whiter than a ghost
She'll pull your hair and scratch your back
She's quite the host
She's definitely not the type
For meat and potatoes
The broke-back boys and wig-haired girls
Are scratching their elbows

The world wants strong features
That never fade
When only a sliver of us
Ever hole that ace
So you can keep making time
While your soldiers make haste
I'll be the one with a blowtorch
In a vat of toxic waste

She tastes like lead
But she moves like honey
Away from my bed
Which could use some money
Oh, the moans and groans we steal
From another place
Where we're truly blissful
Where we're truly harmed
She wastes the wed
But she sings like sirens
Away from my ship
Which could use some dyin'
Oh, the pains and shame we feel
From another place
Where we're truly wanted
Where we're truly hated
And I fear
She smiles in every step
A mummy pretending
To be the mother
Of my unborn child

I was supposed to marry you
Supposed to help you
Supposed to aid you, cure you,
Carry you
Instead I watch you from afar
Watch you through computer-screen sickness
Watch you through *****-madness
Watch you through whiskey-gladness
Watch you through oblivion's sadness
And while you falter in life but not me
I mend your clothes
I sell your merch
I feed your slaves
I feel your worth
All while you falter in life but not me
The years pass by
Like slivering scales
And I'm still in your palm
Tiny ***** limp with slavery's tails
It's only my reflection I fear
A reflection I fear when you're in the room
God-speed to all the times you are and were
God-speed to all those nickel-days
A lifetime of being invisible
You hold what I crave
Mirror image
You falter in life but not me

Girl's got it bad
She's got a case of hard luck
Been fighting all her life
Been fighting for Their love
And another loose tire
And another loud crash
Just another collision
An excuse for the cash

Girl's got it good
She's got a case of fine luck
Been drinking all the night
Been drinking for Their love
And another loud laugh
And another loose tongue
Just another defamer
Putting down her best chums

Girl's got it bad
She's got a case of hard luck
Been fighting all her life
So hard to give a ****
And another loose *****
And another crossed wire
Just another tamed shrew
Just another good liar

Honey baby,
Can't you see you only quote the good book
When death is in the air
Honey baby,
Can't you see your misfortunes are payback
For all your guile deeds
Poor baby,
Can't you see you'll catch a break when you start
To get yourself wise
Sweet baby,
I can't wait around till you condescend
To look me in the eye

She shakes her tambourine
Upon mystical hips
I’m in love with a woman
Who doesn’t know I exist
And she dances like nobody’s watching
And she dances like everyone’s around
Am I up or am I down?
Am I alive or dead?
This gypsy woman’s gotten to my head
Cause when she sings
The angels and demons flee and arrive
They’re all expecting a surprise
But she won’t look them in the eye
Flamboyant and raggedy
She dresses in disguise
If only I could find out what she’s hiding from
A hurricane beneath a calm sky
But it all gets lost in her sea of sound

Your halo starts to fizzle
Like a vampire in the sun
We’re sitting in the darkness
And no one’s having fun
Up ahead the ceiling’s
Closing in upon our heads
Just like all the angels
Who flew from heaven’s bed
We try to pretend that
We can’t see their eyes
All the coward rebels
And their sheepskin disguise
Our souls begin to hitchhike
Without a help or guide
Along the holy road
That leaves us dumb and blind
******* cigarettes
Bodies languid
Laughing like idiots
Crucifying language

God held the world as it was spinning
An inside a child was there grinning
Indian-style he sat for a while
While an old man explained the beginning
He said:
"Don't be afraid
Fear is a just a game
Rigged for the souls
Who lust after pain
If you're not one of those
Then shudder you won't,
And if it happens you are-
Fear not the unknown
As when the chips fall
And rightly they may
Remember that everyone
Lands in the grave
Cause Pain is illusion
Life is but a dream
Time has no essence
Lies are what they weave
And we're not one of them
We'll resurrect
And no matter what comes after
Remember your laughter"

Your giant leap for mankind
Was my exile in a pillbox
A stasis of dead-ends and
Reckless door-knockers
Undifferentiation
Hallucination
Annihilation
Apocalypse of self
Over-man or Under-man
Can’t hide from the super-group
Who prematurely created him-
A slave in their time loop
Moving to keep from standing still
Blame it on a quicksilver mind
Day or night it’s machinery
Starving to be bled and blind
Initiation
Fragmentation
Annihilation
Apocalypse of self

Ghosts unglorified
Watch the black angels weep
Demonic doctrines at play in our minds
In our homes, in the streets
Your diamond earrings
Your rhinestone-encrusted phone
Your manicures
Your shoe-shine labor throne
The devil is in the details
But only the dead can see
The big picture
Count your pills
Count your money
Count your friends
How’s that honey?
Ghosts with wide eyes
Watch the angels cry
Demonic ways at work in our heads
In our beds, it should be a crime
Devil is in the details
Every nook and cranny
When will we see the big picture?

Walking in America
Walking underwater from the waist-down
With a head full of quicksand
I’m among the few remaining souls
Left to burst and burn in this wasteland, purgatorial
As newspaper editorials camouflage me in a whirlwind
And the remains of everyone I’ve ever known and loved sting my eyeballs
What will be my grand undoing?
Talking to thineself
As I embark on a quest where free will is His divine’s bile duct
Was all of this at His behest?
And all of the survivors now share a common theory:
Hell is outer space where nothing happens
Heaven is this dreary place- Heaven is chaos
I need some sea and sand and land to curl up and protect myself in
But even if I outstretch with no bullets flying at me
The bugs and weird fishes will probably kick me off their property

The neo-noir carnival
The black light circus
Is pulling me into uncertainty
Stretching me like spaghetti
While their ******* defense
Goes twinkle twinkle on the patio
And I'm still on the fence
About everything
As Andromeda collides with the Milky Way
The people below think it's just
A very bright day

Will somebody please tell me what's going on
Cause I'm well off the tracks
But I'm sure you know that

Can somebody please tell me what has gone wrong
So I can do the deed
And you'll know that it's done

Sometimes I think I think too much
But they all say the gut's the heart

See I've collected clues from clouds and fools
And songs which seem to echo doom for one

Still I'm baffled, lost at sea, tackling all that I see
With questions made of thin debris, the remains of my memory

And leaving used to mean escape
From towns and rules and scrambled tape
But now it resonates a tone of ruby slippers
Jutting from a cardboard home

They sure know how to talk and tease
Heavy taunts on a silent breeze
But the gist gets stuck somewhere
Between the tonsils and the air
That they can freely breathe

Don't mean to be the tumor ******* on your society
But some faceless man bought their bus tickets for free

Yeah the plot it sure has holes
Tell me something I don't know
No really, read it back to me
I didn't get the script, you see

How the hell can I repent or try to heal what's crooked-bent
When I can't feel time like you, forty-eight months and counting

Not to mention all the facts
The rumor mills, the news on tap
You got hand-delivered them
And I'm the widow waiting for the letter

Can't you see I'm trying here
To make amends, make this fog clear
I am stupid, I am queer
But I'm not playing dumb

Yeah you say that you're a friend
Five reasons I envy numb death

Cause when they cut they do it slow
No fist-fights in their bungalow
No jolted arms or upfront blows
They're frenemies, but never foes

Don't tell me I still have a pulse
When you've destroyed my holy ghost
Mixed batch of radiation and confessions
Never making the candid

Should have been a Pisces or a summer babe
Then maybe I'd get away with it all like you and your knaves

And when I'm pushing daisies or blowing in winds far from here
Money will change hands and they'll show up with veils of tears

As for now I set a date but someone beat me to the plate
How long till sorrow's empathy becomes a state of self-pity

Since when is death a shallow game
Birth certificate's a bane
When every single ounce of pain
Boils down to your last name

One, shouts the crowd
A pack being herded
Two, shouts the dog
So close yet so far from the words
Three, shouts the angels
Cherubs in disguise of the birds
Tell me, what does this mean
That prehistoric angels had wings?
Tell me something my mind doesn’t know yet
Tell me how the morning makes them sing
Since everyone in human form
Seems to pray on a sinking moon
Minus the cow and the spoon
Cow, will you jump
Cow, will you hold back
Cow, what time is it now
Cow , you’re all you presently lack
Yeah, you’ll never know the pain of
Being a myth
That the entire world counts on
To perish

The wise ones tend to say
It’ll be your kin who’ll betray
Is it true?
Is it true?
You give your money
You give your time
You speak in tongues with
Angels and men alike
But where’s your charity?
Where’s your charity?
Agape’s angry
Agape’s angry
You have your knowledge
Have your prophecies
Still you’re green with envy
Rejoicing in another’s misdeeds
Where’s your charity?
Is it that hard?
Agape’s angry
Agape’s angry

Nose to the table
Swan-dive into the land of fables
Where every song is a sacrament
Cause magic has no accidents
And grief opens the door to sin
And mistakes which lead you into
A world where the light bringer
Is also the scorpion’s stinger
She’s wearing rings, she’s wearing bells
Still you deny she’s a Jezebel
Immoral fiction from the past
Makes sand fly through the hourglass
The immortality of sigils and art
Cause no one tells you where to start

Lamb of God
Wonderful counselor
The Truth
The Almighty
Prince of peace
Mediator
Advocate
Born of a ******
Man of sorrow
Rejected by his own people
Holy one
Image of the invisible god
Physician
Teacher
Only begotten son
Wounded and bruised
Bread of life
Crucified with thieves
The Way

In my mind the monkey battles
In my spine the snake rattles
I’m growing quills in my back
I guess, that’s when white turned to black
My memory is all in shambles
My legs are not allowed to ramble
My hands were built to tremble
My life is one big gamble
They say I’m not right in the head
But their dreams are pent to the bed
I guess, I’m a little bent
But they broke me with their wrongs

Despite my aging body
I still have my baby teeth
And bodies want beds of fire
And babies just need sleep
They said to look out for your schemes
Casting stones from their own piles
They said you were the cream of liars
But you can make me smile
Every day I’m getting older
I refuse to play the games for two
I’m used to looking over my shoulder
But now I look at you
Now I look at you

Cells divide and multiply
It all leads to decay
Cause we entered time and mind
When we fell from grace
If only the world was just born
So I could feel everything as new
Everything including you
Instead I wake up with absolute dread
And absolute ***** in my head
The night’s silence is just too much
But I’ll bear it all if I only could clutch
A piece of happiness that belongs to the revelers of the streets
Maybe then I won’t feel so alien, so hostile, so incomplete
I created a void of deep loathing in me
And over the years the waters have gotten deeper
Why carry on in struggle and misery
Annihilation seems best
Annihilation I will confess
Until you pull me right out, into the Now
Until you push me right out, into the Now

The bodies in the crowd
Merged with the lit darkness
Youth in revolt against life
Amusement in the black woods
Fastening wings to serpents
Clumsy in all sexuality
******* smoke like they
Do in the old movies
Enemies using weapons of confusion
Vultures with Venetian masks
Taking fruit, ignoring the root
Trying to solve non-existent problems
The sounds of stigmata on the ears
Holy fools ripening like corn
Hobby turns into weapon
It’s the end of the world
When there’s nobody to blame
Holding signs that say
‘Tip me for existing’

It's not a sweet sunshower
It's just a sour spring blur
I'm sipping on a wilting flower
With a dour devil who concurs
That all this sweating and shaking
Won't help bring home the bacon
And the everlasting shiver is making
My fragile bones crack with the quaking
Tell me what it takes to make this go away
Cause my ducts are dry and I can't cry today
Tell me what to do to make this life seem true
Cause this duck is drowning and the water's not as blue as me
All I have left is prayer, as they burden me with truth or dare
So show me the alchemy
Print me out the recipe
Cause I'm being eclipsed by the rain
Just like Layne

I see the ocean in your eyes
The whole wide world in your brain
I just want to be a part of your heart
But it must contain
The whole universe
And you hurt
You toil and trouble and try
But mostly hurt
Will you let me go swimming in your soul?
Will you forget me and leave me alone?
I can’t take either, I’m not strong enough
And your skin is so soft, it’s almost too soft to touch
I’m quite aware of the demons you bore
But life is ready to give you more
I will carry you as far as I can
And rest your head on a blanket of sand
There your eyes will reflect all that we see-
A mirror-image of hope and gravity

Colour of passion

Of kings, queens and royalty-

But not quite violet

There was smoke and there was fire
I awoke with colors of your desire
We made a tent, we made a pact, then you left
Oh Pisces, you were my favorite mess
I know I became your disaster
Was I on your mind when you drove that car faster?
You were the plane, and I was the hawk
In a collision of the strange, so you decided to walk away
Oh Pisces, don't you know
We are just two fish swimming in the bowl
The alphabet says it all
Take a look, then give me a call

I'm a human jukebox
They listen to the shape
Of my face

World in my palm
But it's a clenched fist
Dandelion heart

The crowd roars
A deafening sight
I see the spirits fly

When after all
I like them even more
When I hear
One hand clapping

Sign says for-sale
A cell without bars
Sell me down a river
Sail me down to Mars

I messed with space
Got into the chaos
Better than the rat race
But where is option C

The crowd roars
A deafening sight
I see the spirits fly

When after all
I like you even more
When I hear
One hand clapping

I'm lucid
Colorblind
Out of my mind

They're crusaders for
A green, green lie
Frail and wild

The crowd roars
A deafening sight
I see the spirits fly

When after all
I like me even more
When I hear
One hand clapping

A little girl and her father broke into my house
Their aim was to steal my daddy’s records
Later they said it was to open a bar
There were way more records there than I remembered
Crates and boxes stacked on top of each other
They let me keep some of the Doors’ records
I don’t know how they knew I liked that band
I panicked, knowing how long my dad had kept and preserved his collection
My sister showed up somewhere, somehow
I asked her to call the police, but she refused and refused
I was bewildered
I finally got a phone, but it didn’t work.
I found a gun
But it was a water gun
It shot out pink goo at the offenders
Finally I flashed to the scene of a hollowed out lake


We must have looked like witches and wizards
Flying on our homemade broomsticks
Soaring just below the clouds
Swan-diving into pillows of treetops
The feeling was indescribable-
Being in control
Until a sister sold me down the river
Placed you on sale to the highest bidder
Words were exchanged
My heart took flight and was broken

God and the devil were in cahoots that night.

My sister pulled my into her bedroom with a hyena laugh
She sat me down and I felt someone’s arms around me
It was Tim Robbins. A kind soul with the initials of my enemy
He was gently manipulating. Telling me to pull the trigger and get it over with
His words were soothing but could have easily been scripted
Where am I? Who is this man?
I tore off his face and saw a face like in Mulholland Drive-
A face you don’t ever want to see again but a face you can’t remember all the same
Where am I? Who am I? What have I done?
Last thoughts: Pull the trigger. Wield the knife. Pull the trigger.

It’s mid-afternoon in the sweltering sun
And my mind is stumbling like a cloud
And I’m trying to empty its contents on the table
But I’m afraid of what I’ll find.
And if I stay here I’m doomed
To end up like my parents,
Looking at the same walls
******* every speck of paint
Shattering each framed family photo
With my pseudo-telekinetic powers
And if I go I’m doomed to end up a *****,
A heartsick wanderer.
Vulnerable to the forces and people after me
Staying or going won’t eradicate my fears
So what is option C?
I’ve already tried madness
And pills and alcohol
And all the quick fixes I could get my hands on
And if I fall for him,
I could collapse like a dying star
And if I don’t tell him how I feel
I might lose my place in the universal race
And have to chase him in my next lifetime
I’ve been so long on the defense it’s taken its toll
I’ve become fat and lazy and a nasty drunk
With a switchblade at my side
And my medication slows my metabolism
My DNA slows my metabolism
And I wonder how many elements I could swallow on the periodic table
And I think about the time I took speed and drank endless pots of coffee
And how much of a rush it was at night but how horrific it was in the day
And if I had money everyday I’d drink myself to death without mercy
Choking on one’s ***** has to hold some poetic merit
All accidents are beautiful as long as you’re a bird chained to the sky
Beneath outer space and God’s realm of heaven
Still no matter how much I write the world sees me as
Fat, lazy and useless-
A baby that needs to be supervised
But needs to get a job because times are tight
But the only job that doesn’t give me panic attacks
Is the job I’m doing right now
Which may or may not serve a purpose after I’m long gone
And I feel I may die heartbroken and penniless
But refuse to conform to a society that shunned me
And some believe in randomness and coincidence
But I still see in signs and symbols,
Mostly from my dreams which the devil wakes me up from too early
And the clouds no longer talk
The rabbits no longer come in pairs
But I still believe in the portal in the garden
Where the face of an ancient turtle welcomed me.

A dream came true today
But was shattered just the same
And I can see it now
A room of pastels
A long line of stern faces
A delicate, submissive vase
Ma's in her curlers
Putting her head down
Pretending to sleep
Pa's reassuring quiet
His slippers tidy by the bedside
Putting on a mask of peace
A crease has grown in the mattress
Cause symmetry is strong and clean
I saw this image even clearer
When I set down my wreath
Even more so than when I
Was scrambling for words to speak
Twilight's glow of life
Was upon the snow that night
And never before have I
Fused so fully with such still silence
I watched my mute shadow
As I glided through the rooms
A vacuous face, but beaming heart
Guided me to a cerebral place
That suddenly paled in comparison
To any word, rhyme, or thought of mine
I lost my sense of touch
As I fondled the key and turned the lock
It was right where it's always been
Unused, dependable, like clockwork
Unlike me
I sat down in a firm chair that fit like a glove
But I wouldn't be its heir
Instead I went above to where
Sparks of light shoot and drift
Like a darting pen in the hands
Of a boy who's yet to learn to write
Here I can't be picked apart
While there, not a creature stirred
Not even my heart

Almost frozen
The lake sits like a thick stew
And I wonder if one day
I’ll see the bottom
I’ve got an itch
That grows in inches
Who’s the *****
That always misses
The blank page waits
But I’ve got no drink
And therefore my think-tank is empty
Can I ride out the storm
I can see the shore no longer
But the light is getting stronger
From an unknown source
I’ve got an ancient itch
Who’s got the original scratch

With a shrug
She went and saw the medicine man
He made her see visions
Of Christ and Judas as one
She left her home soon after
And went mad in the streets
She let her infinity run wild
In the passions of love and ****
She takes a pill for
The fish tank blues
She sees the neon night
In different hues
She’s china in a bull shop
She saw the snake but had fear
So she couldn’t enter the garden
During an eclipse
She asked the world to dance
To enhance her lost memory
To take her back to a time
Of friends and innocence
The end of accidents
The mending of souls
If only the ancient theater
Did not have a backstage
Instead she sits Indian style
On the swirling carpet
Overshadowed by a roman candle-
Make magic before you enter the door

On the wings of illusion
We fly with two feet on the ground
Disturbing harmony
Traverse erratic paths down
Life is an omission
Exile is the way home
We see through the glass darkly
It eclipses our halos
The constant cravings
The endless urgency
The dissonant clash
The tragic emergencies
Competing with noise and
The hungry heart’s gorge
The rattle of death and
The raw body forged
Longing more to be liked
Than to love and be near it
We can’t see God because
God is a spirit

The days burn long than short
Like the trashcan I set on fire
While dancing manically in my room
Alone but alive
Those were the best days of my life
Alone & unafraid
Alone, even with them by my side
I know you think you stole from a spoiled home
But you fed on the powerlessness of a fragile soul
Are you happy now that you got what you wanted?
Got what you came for?
Is the score still far from even?
Cause I made friends with some black convicts today
Their stripes glistening in their habitat
But all I can do is pump music in my veins,
And maybe something a little stronger, with your help
But you walked away from me
Once you got what you wanted
"Marry me" is a plea of pain
It would have been a red wedding...
Can't believe I'm back here again
Black is all I see, and I know you like pepper
But do you have more salt to pour?
You put the fire out.
(Was that really you, or your pain-body?)

When did the world drive you mad
You angel, caveman, protégé
Surrounded by cardboard and insensitivity
Who told you your worth was determined
By riding above your painted tires?
**** the mockingbirds
Stay in your beautiful garbage world
Surfs ablaze, ocean waves swallow the buildings
And Bennie brought the jets, gliding in armored cars
Did you open your tequila factory up there?
I'll make sure to ask the tour guide
Or get a road map, when I get there
(Your head met your hands in a way only you could understand)

Carbon dioxide
Beauty & wisdom
The moon
Sun converts moon
Heart converts ears
Love converts woman’s head
Into food for the birds
Devil smiles as you lick
An ice cream cone
Love is the color blue
An ocean away from another
A sky away from yourself
Land is the color red
For pain
And green for life
Amidst this pain
Only are we at peace
In the pink an orange womb

Emerging from the void
Is every thing and every one
A panorama of nothing that’s something
The divine avatars await you
With mischief and a smile
You’ve paid your debt to karma
Somehow in one lifetime
Now just reach for the light

off of the benches and into the trenches
you can't delete it, only repeat it

I met you at the pier, and your shadow was red, but the contrast of the blue ocean made me feel symmetrical in the moment. You made me feel like quiet was the new loud; that this wasn't going to be "kiss and tell," even if there was a lack of fireworks in a dark room but mention of them on paper in harsh daylight. I never heard your heartbeat. Was that a sign? Cause when I finally felt it I felt the void in you, which in turn made me feel the void in me. Still, I didn't think your heart was capable of binding me like you bound your notebooks. But you mixed the chemicals right. And I do remember drowning, both voluntary and not. Just like I remember the eels. Just like I remember the cold. Just like I remember hearing the celebration above with a mouthful of salt. I've always been a fish out of water. So maybe I belong with the M.D.'s.

I’m your passenger
The seatbelt’s frayed
You took me for a ride
A guilty conscience wage
Your talk is small
Just like your dead heart beat
You want to make more moments
While I’m still breathing
I’m in good company
When I’m with the crazies
As you reach in the backseat
For whiskey and a daisy
We’re moving so fast
And I don’t belong here
But the music turns me on
Speed is beauty switching gears
Now we spiral into madness
The tires glide off the ground
I’m sure I’m ready to die like this
Just not with you around

The three of us,
Fearless,
Driving in your car
Passing yellow lines
Underneath yellow stars
I’m your passenger
Dancing with my seatbelt on
Sailing down the streets of fire
We’re dangerous, but do no harm
The three of us,
Fearless,
Passing green back and forth
On the verge of losing innocence
With the compass reading north

Dreaming during the witching hour’s like
Being under the pink with an icicle
And I don’t wanna go to hell on a technicality
So I dream under the sun
I dream ultraviolet
But then to the human race, I seem to lose the keys
And the rabbits always lead me to gardens of lust
And they’re kidnapping angels on capitol hill
Thought me and the universe had an agreement
But still I’m building spaceships the size of a pill
If you let out your monkey, a butterfly gets framed
Where goes all those who have lost their graces
This tattoo of you is a curse-
a Borneo from the bottom of a bottle
And dreaming during the witching hour’s like
Being under the pink with an icicle
And I don’t wanna go to hell on a technicality

People are the pulse of these streets
Providing your ego its interior of chrome
Reach out a hand and feel the heat

Your culture is alive with beat
Providing you diamonds and pearls, encrusted and sewn
People are the pulse of these streets

A worldly man all clean and neat
Doesn't help a child dancing with death to find a home
Reach out a hand and feel the heat

Your travels may have moved your feet
But did your ears hear the sad and universal moan
People are the pulse of these streets

You've plenty of barley and wheat
Why not give the nearby skeletons a helping bone
Reach out a hand and feel the heat

So if you have a chance to meet
A wandering stranger, remember the road alone
People are the pulse of these streets
Reach out a hand and feel the heat

From the mud to the stars we sail
Space derelicts that fight troubles well
Running errands intergalactic
Treating travel like a punchbowl in hell

Turpitude rules in the hearts of the sane
New worlds don’t blend in the stem of the brain
Heavenly elixirs must be then taken
Lest those from below come up and take reign

Drawn to the beaches till the hurricanes come
Hostage and accomplice then become one
Psychic peace is violated
When worldly beauty weighs a ton

The wicked are estranged from the womb
Plucked out of the cosmos like a plume
Immense forces battle for worldly power
All that’s seen returns to the tomb

Sexually violent slang she spurts out in wit
In the cut of red dresses the surgery split
A piece of stained hay in a polished needle stack
He cleaned her out swiftly from front to the back

Flirting here is part of the ritual
Student becoming teacher is habitual
Expressing one’s vision down to a stitch
Makes the writer the only honorable snitch

The summer’s thick heat reminds her of snow
A moist thicket of lips dissolving so slow
Raindrops blur the monochrome lights
As she walks by herself in the city of night

Victims of the flesh pierce every inch of her eyes
She dreams of her Magdalene and future love child
Disarticulated amid sentences of poise
She never screamed so no one heard the noise

It’s everywhere-
In ancient wonders and modern blunders
Still you get the feeling
That you’re chasing phantoms
Point to God and filter down the money
Or is it all a pyramid scheme
An idea floating around
Made by people who don’t want to be found
It’s everywhere-
Hiding in plain sight
And you’ll always get the feeling
That you’re chasing phantoms

Locomotive wing
Has got me in full swing
Seeking bulbs of brightness
And I've no idea why
Yesterday in rays of sun
Now I'm navigating some
Odd moonlight
Peering through the trees
Straight trajectory
Feeds my energy
Until I see a stronger source
Then I'm thrown right off the course
One eye blind
And one wing beating faster
Till I'm almost fully gone
Haywire tailspin, in a song
Of neighbors scorched and burned
I guess we'll never learn
Now I've got my own throne
Helping others find a home
A tiny sliver of power
Amongst these ultraviolet flowers
Now I'm feeling kind of stuck
Reaching for the same old ****
Guess it's just a matter of --

We’re above
You’re below
So here’s a flower
Let us pick your brain
And when you’re worthless
Curled in a ball
We’ll let you share your thoughts
Cause you can’t
Reach other worlds
Without losing your mind
And we need ours
To run this earth
It’s our reality
But yours lies somewhere
In a box
Made of white walls and stained sheets
So here’s a flower
Let us pick your brain
A sweet gamble
Worth a million answers
Cause adults should never play