Someone smoked a pipe too long
and dark tufts filled the cyan expanse,
then they rumbled and thumped too loud
startling us below, enough to crane our neck
and look above.
They must have sneezed,
and excuse them please,
for the rushing wind could have stolen
their mumbled apology.
And amidst the puffy mist,
there could have been adrift,
a downy, now wet, handkerchief.

Too many voices in my head
too much noise when things are said
and I struggle from word to word,
to string together all I've heard
but they're relentless, these thoughts of mine
have no reason to subside
and so they scream, and mutter, and breathe
their putrid venom into me,
seeping down like angel dust,
into my soul and veins and thus
wanting me to give in, or rise,
how am I to know
when my mind is in flight?
from rage to silence,
from passion to death
I am seeing, and feeling
the mirage is to burst
and in a million little pieces
I have been blown apart,
in a million little places
i have been set to blast

if only, if only I knew
how to make this stop.

in the darkest hour
there is the longest dream
but if only we could ever remember
how it ends,
it would seem,
there wouldn't be the need
to sleep.

Flitting
color
mesmerizes
and
they
watch,
the
glorious
flight

unknowing
the
ugly

before
butterfly.

Let us dream
how else does one tolerate
reality?
And dream to not aspire
but to deny
every falsehood promised
for eternity.
And dream so large
and so long
that you

almost

forget...

My constant.
In valleys and cliffs,
with a cigarette between lips
and a hand wrapped around swirling spirits,
my ever after happy end.

By my side, holding hands,
in the most starkest of moments
when I make outlandish demands
the only one who can know
the things I whisper when in shadows.

My eternity, my right hand,
the ace up my sleeve,
the winning hand,
my confession box,
my witless friend,
the most cursed,
my marching band.

When confronted by truth
my resilient spine,
I am my own ******
valentine.

Crooked
needle
rightened

               (straight)
when
changed
the
angle

               ... wait ...

movement
puts
things
in
place?