I ran away w/ renegade, detached
                       minds as madness poured from lively veins
                       just around the next corner
                                          the next sunrise is coming back
& probably won’t fit in this doorframe –
windows will have to be thrown in these famously anti-famine
atomic streets:
                                    embrace strange days
                                    erase mechanical raised hands &
                                    photographs will be imprinted on our fingertips
                                    at the touch of
                                                            a
                                                                 button..

I’m spinning: these planetary, capillary eyes are rising & singing & reaching
              for a voice w/ a face for this moment as  I'm standing on these stargazing rooftops

never to be heard from again..

you are louder
than
            a
                        bomb (of thought)
these empty spaces are now filled w/ streetlights turning into spotlights

            & my memory is a game of chances
            as dreams are emptied on the shining canvas
            of a voice I’ve always wanted to hear

be conscious
     the world is your playground
     of dominant ferris wheels & sugar-coated
     ideals sold at five dollars for three tries..
one shot left
     aim for the biggest prize –

tides of trying times are coming
giant steps toward stones leading toward tomorrow
are placed at even intervals across
                                          oceanic lines flawlessly airbrushed

                                          on canvas purchased outside
artstore windows in a city that I would rather soon forget..

I
Gave
No
Other
Reason
And
Nothing
Came
Easily

Love
Is
Killing
Exits

And

Great
Understandings
Now

Inside
Noticed

How
Another
Neighbour
Died

open roads, you’ve grabbed these wrists again
under              streetlights that weren’t even mine (to begin w/) now I'm
                       running toward spaced out dreamlands & my head can only
                                                                                         shake so much..

& this bomb you’re building in your own
fragile lungs has lead me to believe
that another day has passed, fused
itself into the open hands of

                an autumn afternoon/afterglow

so now, here we are

waiting
watching


                keep an eye out for me
                I’ll be the one spinning my
                own web of truths

life is nothing but (a) reel..

sister w/ your tambourine in hand under shining suns
keep throwing your stones, keep saying those thoughts
& when all the windows of the world decide to shatter,

it will matter

what we’ve done..

you scream like the shattering glass of too many broken windows
found in an abandoned house, in an abandoned field of an abandoned life..

suit up for battle,
                           the trees are now spinning like forgotten reels thrown on
                           a blank screen - & now we’re all the same (all over again)

tolerance, not ignorance is the cure
so step in line for your very own dose

& open these doors that lead to brighter hallways
                                                (& brighter days)

spotlights keep spinning in my mind again as unrest
has found me sitting under that deepest tree, & there’s no use running away from

                                                  what things really mean..