the ocean is my neighbor
and the sky lives in my attic
and I build many houses in my head.

I watch the sun set sail
its glow creeps in
through my window
its ******* in my backyard
and sleeps in my shed..
when its tired and it
wants to go to bed.

I make sure that its happy
and I keep it well fed
because it makes me happy too
its true yellow orange and red.

I used to breathe in paleness
the colors of life from me fled
my thoughts were snakes
my body started rotting
but now its shed.

at some point I had had it
the point is I was an addict
but I quit cuz I was tired
of all the times that I was dead.
I quit cuz I was tired of being dead.

now I'm aliiiive.
busier than a beeeeehiiive
haaanging iiiin myy living roooom...
making me ...dance.
til a fire starts in my pants.
but I don't care and I continue to tango with the moooon.

Life's so sudden
and far too soooon..

in the darkness
there are shapes of color
working together as a machine
whos only function
is to keep the shapes
together in motion.

the purest thoughts ive seen.
shapes without words.

black out the moon is
white out the sky.
empty blocks of color
talking back and forth
through rotten teeth
falling out and crawling
back into the darkness
of the mouth of our mind.

strings of sentences slide by
like a pit of snakes and multiply.

over time the old ones die
and the young ones left alive
swim out of it and get
back onto the hillside to dry.

ancient spirits watch it rain hawks
through the whites
of dead men's eyes
who still walk and inhabit the night.

to make the water dance
because we ask it to dance.

we are gods.

absently witness
the afterlife of suns.

absently witness each other.

they live inside the walls.
their bodies folded
and collapsed in dresser drawers.
the demon possessed.
with an affinity for red.
driving in red mercedes.
drinking coca-cola.
they want you.
they watch you
and they wait.

In his car.
Sitting on the tracks for
a train to come **** him.
Wearing a coat and a rimmed hat.
Eating a living infant.

A sheep was set
between the train and the car
to muffle the impact;
that's what they did
back in those days.

im left wanting to tear
off the rotting suit that i wear.
leave it lying tucked into
the space between
the door and floor.
keep the room quiet and cold
to give me room to think.
allow the music
to leak out of its seams
so i can have something to listen to
and something to drink.