you
in perfect transparent
translations
6 dimensional shapes
rolling, falling, flying
away.
i have no idea who or what
you are.

remember that chinese place
off old 66?
i had no idea who i was then
but i would do it a million times over
again and again.

schizophrenic eyes
telephone conversations
alternate zodiacs, tigers and sheep.

piscean planning
and piscean demise.

dolores haze,
her very essence left
trampled on the page.
she was such a beauty in those days.

do you remember those
san franciscan lies?
they say it never rains
but i see that it does
all the time.
i’m still staying there
for all my life.

sweet, sick little complexities
there’s never a cycle you break.
you were in a room rull of people
who would meet your same fate.
three before thirty
you had no clue you’d lead the way.

socially starved, you say?
i guess i can’t deny it,
but i’ll fight it.

walking thoughtlessly,
a ****** path.
head in the clouds,
heart in the ocean.

admired the shores,
you did
i bet.

your skin of scales
reflective, but frail,
so badly bruised.
your last breath,
i hope you enjoyed it
while you could.

the king is living,
i see his law
in every rhythm of our feet
and every spark of my creativity.
he is here when the colors blend.
his crown of sacrifice
haunts me when i shut my eyes.
and i breathe,
and i know freedom.
i know the king.

because your hair curls so slightly in the spring
that i must see you everyday.
til come summer when you cut it all away.
you call on me anyway,
sayin’ that you like the way i make the waters wave.