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..

we all know that shelter is in the speed of light
so when you read your thousandth eulogy, ignore those
               aftershocks in your mind – your hands, they’ll
                                                 hold other hands forever & throw their own
                                                  sand in the air (a different season every time)
“welcome forget, forgive has already left..”

paralyzing highs & my eyes, they’ll realize (again) that
time stood still for far too long
                                       these rooftops where I left my belongings,
                                       some change for a thrilling night & maybe even
                                       a moment of daytime paradise to send off
this pair of dying “I’s”: so close to freedom

(I bet you I can scream at the shore from here..)

media is mediocre
media medicates us &
our minds are now
                              malnourished w/ wants (not needs)

& desire now burns like
                      summer bonfires quickly
                      spreading & destroying
                      what we see as
                                                 familiarity
another season, another round of
above ground madness because
the latest trend, we just can't afford it

              & our hands continue to clutch tightly
              around connecting pieces & our brains
              are screaming

"HOW WILL THE WORLD SURVIVE WITHOUT ME BEING IN IT AT ALL TIMES?!"

& now, it's a constant flow of
this & that & how can I make
that surge stop? there must
be a way of silencing these
bombs of technological

w
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warfare of the senses, open a window for

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you crashed through the night like a speed king ready
for the thrill, probably thinking life's too far away

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& still
the forests burn
the cities burn
the voices burn

w/ empathy

"remember to bring some flowers.."
& rage through your descent toward peace
while beating your own glass wings,
they will surely break anything close to

ignorance - & don't forget to knock down those locked doors,
to collapse in front of those ***** steps
too much
too often
too many..

(& sing..)
the same will be said for your screaming
keep stirring those echoes always past
midnight

that's when these streetlights will open their arms
& show you kindness..

& where city streets disconnect
    w/ so many smiling souls & eager minds
                                              eager to learn & to live & to live again
& where bullets bend
              through bodies
              through lifetimes through happiness in
              a laugh, in a long morning
                             (a good morning..)
& in a short goodbye in an unfamiliar
town where I saw such a familiar face

& where tides are softer now
I miss the diamond shores, the sapphire
voices of yesterday still burn in my own
           mind & this memory is no longer
                                                           cursed

& the concrete wave every night filled
    w/ strangers, w/ friends, w/ anyone trying to
                             pretend to be anything but themselves

high & hiding from suburban legends
                     far too deep..

& this place is mad
& this world has had enough
madness for one day
& now horizons stretch like
eleven & its trees still
              stand naked
                                 still waiting for a
                                 summer's sun..

carcinogen waves hit
           this town like a bomb
           (where will madness smile?)
no time left to run, too busy screaming
     after that forgotten highway

to come back for us
                      for them
                      for me

Main St. 4 a.m. desolation many times
              that short walk home
                             on dark pavement
                             under pieces of
streetlight / shards of familiarity

& no conversations
as many eyes sang
dangerously close to my veins

escaped Suburbia
escaped what's to be
              expected because someone else says so
escaped moonless nights
             & cold city streets

escaped hometown ideals too close
             for comfort can't stray
                                       too far from the designated lines of
                                       past generations
                                       past books &
                                       past what's supposed to be..

just leave me on the road
                     on the highway w/ its
                     familiar/comforting yellow
                                                            intermittent lines

a light from miles away
& I recognize
& am flooded w/ so many lost moments
& so many found eyes

"..I've changed by not changing at all.."