“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
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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.