“I accept chaos, I am not sure whether it accepts me”- Bob Dylan
We look for a red mark Drawn into the center of our world We wish for very touching and touched Whispering of orders and sweet nothings We ask god or purchase a life which Will have enough heart-beats We see the line and feel like following Because things have fallen short Sometimes you and I, We want limbs to break-off of tree break-off of birds fall off Our bodies, then we will fall in Love with transparency We are sick and weak with difficulty With hiding and seeking and finding The mouse-hole of meaning We are stuffed to death with the icing Of the cakes- with the must-be-of Music- the formulation and onetwothree Of music We don’t know **** about music but we love it We know that all these words and all this knowing is like laying down in the train tracks We are scared to see god and **** in the same car trunk in the same heartcage I would fall into the love with you But that would mean too much We would take up air that does not belong to us I would **** myself with you Shoot you through my brain * Maybe, we are born so well Into this age That we settle into misunderstanding I am sorry love I have been speaking for you Our eyes don’t see red But we don’t miss the spectrum Our ears don’t hear the sirens But we don’t need that type of hope
We are full on yellow air Dangerous and territorial A black flag of our disposition Stabbed into the sappy Styrofoam Earth I will be able I will love you when words Are as beautiful as poledancers As drugged up and crystal like you daisy baby As zipped open like zero-sized jeans.