What if this was all bones bones bones
Rocks were nothing but bones bones bones
What if I was all bones bones bones
What if we were just bones bones bones
When I go, leave no trace but our bones bones bones
Oh home is where I'd like to lay my bones bones bones
What if cemeteries were more than just bones stones bones
What if cemeteries were just forests

I am a yeti
I am the mosquito king
I am a continent
I am a too hot hot tub
I am Batman
I am a tick on a deer
I am the fourth of July
I am short term memory loss
I am a corpse
I am nightmare hot dogs
I am a bad dream
I am a billion kajillion bucks
I am Big Country
I am parachute pants
I am hatred
I am everyone else
But myself.
I am the mountains and trees,
a growl of the wind even.
Where are they, where is everyone?
I'm right here.

I am made of the ocean
There is salt in my tears and in my sweat.
I cry them and work for you.
But darling, I am made of the ocean.
And you were made of rivers and streams.
When you come a'rushing down, those rapids sing to me.
Because I am made of the ocean
And darling, you are made of rivers and streams.
Running wild and free you'll come to me
Cause I am made of the ocean, my dear.
And you'll always be coming to me.
I will always be big and blue
because of you.
Darling, I am made of the ocean,
Darling, I am made of you.

I wrote this poem with oil, vinegar, and fine foods.
My pen did not.

I drew this picture with eyelashes, mustaches, and tears.
My paintbrush did not.

I thought this thought with lip balm, pine trees, and mosquitoes.
My brain did not.

I do not dream with REM but with caterpillars and manure.

Oh, Jack Kerouac, take me to bed and ease my itching.

Listen to that bluegrass play...
Fall asleep...

They were fighting here
Living here
Enveloped in a life
That none have since seen
And I work here
I watch as they fight
My nose drips
My eyes water
as I see their bodies
fall to the ground
Their brothers, fathers, best friends die before them.
I wade into the shallows of time
I push against its thick film
But i cannot pass
I can do nothing but watch
as they fight, suffer, and lose.

I have faith, yet I struggle.
I understand, yet I receive no enlightenment.
But it makes sense.
All I ask, and with my faith I know you to be capable of this.
I have seen the past and the future and travelled beyond all there ever was in my mind.
But so fleeting is time, it makes me so sad.
Humanity so dull yet so bright.
I dont believe in you, God.
I believe in people, and they believe in you.
People are my religion.
But can I see it all?
The past is present in my mind.
Why can I not live in that reality?
200 years ago, I can see it in my eyes but why can no one else around me?
They are caught up in the trivial, when I see our own skeletons dispersed around this world
Just as we heard of the skeletons lives that we dig for.
We are no more important that each small child that died thinking themselves to be.
Presidents as forgotten as dead fetuses and just as unimportant.
And what do we even matter, God...?
Can I live until there are no more days and can I see the days that have long since passed?
No.

I sometimes wish I was Sylvia Plath
But she hated her life and only wanted good
I am a lucky duck even without flight
I am the happiest person I have ever met
But that is the saddest thing to know