May 2017
The moonlight has ears that can hear me speak.
Every time my summer silence quakes, my mind rolls out in waves of awe.
Sometimes moonlight cuts me off, steals my lane and drips silver links to my window.
I am guilty of poking my finger through your dreams as if you were paper.
Cats roam and reflect your sheen on their black sleek coats.
Steal my heart
make waves shiver
crash me like a ship stranded in paradise, destroy me like the Berlin wall.
The coins in my pocket rattle and jingle together like pieces of pipes fighting ruthless in a gang war. I am blowing through forlorn streets with a restless burn to prowl and graze through fascination.
I see you come shining down
your light shrieks at cars and plants a bomb.
They explode together like a duet singing a chorus of battered flames inside a incredible, human heart ache.
Bring me closer.
I am listening.
Bruise the high hills
sparkle trees
bloom through cities
dance with windshields
cruise alleyways and splash your light across it all.
I am entranced by cat coats gleaming my eyes like an answer to a difficult question
that is so profound I have no reply but to bless you.
You watch lovers confess to each other, their secrets hang like an anchor down your face.
I have kept a close eye on you.
all my life
you follow me
driving a crisp, white
Hennessey Venom GT
1.1 million dollars flying out careless rolled down Windows.
Hit the throttle
threaten me with warp speed.
Let's aim for a tree and turn leaves into illuminated rain drops sprinkling down insights from the heavens.
Let's pick up your favorite friend and hit the town.
We could travel down to New Orleans where
Night life is a Mardi Gras extravaganza screaming riots
on streets and balconies,
bras and ******* gleaming from the light posts.
We could traverse rooftops and blind the owls.
We could slip between the perfect cleavage and live right there, perfectly lit and completely absurd licking tanned girls with waxing brilliance.
Do not wane yet.
We are not done.
We cannot crumble here.
We fly on
entranced by the entire planet
in all its terrible and fantastic beauty.
You spell reflections
with delicious rhythm
You sing on hoods like a Hill Billy gangster spitting out lines that only mesmerize.
Hit the throttle.
I'm down to shine.
Every time my summer silence quakes, my mind rolls out in waves of awe.
Sometimes moonlight cuts me off, steals my lane and drips silver links to my window.
I am guilty of poking my finger through your dreams as if you were paper.
Cats roam and reflect your sheen on their black sleek coats.
Steal my heart
make waves shiver
crash me like a ship stranded in paradise, destroy me like the Berlin wall.
The coins in my pocket rattle and jingle together like pieces of pipes fighting ruthless in a gang war. I am blowing through forlorn streets with a restless burn to prowl and graze through fascination.
I see you come shining down
your light shrieks at cars and plants a bomb.
They explode together like a duet singing a chorus of battered flames inside a incredible, human heart ache.
Bring me closer.
I am listening.
Bruise the high hills
sparkle trees
bloom through cities
dance with windshields
cruise alleyways and splash your light across it all.
I am entranced by cat coats gleaming my eyes like an answer to a difficult question
that is so profound I have no reply but to bless you.
You watch lovers confess to each other, their secrets hang like an anchor down your face.
I have kept a close eye on you.
all my life
you follow me
driving a crisp, white
Hennessey Venom GT
1.1 million dollars flying out careless rolled down Windows.
Hit the throttle
threaten me with warp speed.
Let's aim for a tree and turn leaves into illuminated rain drops sprinkling down insights from the heavens.
Let's pick up your favorite friend and hit the town.
We could travel down to New Orleans where
Night life is a Mardi Gras extravaganza screaming riots
on streets and balconies,
bras and ******* gleaming from the light posts.
We could traverse rooftops and blind the owls.
We could slip between the perfect cleavage and live right there, perfectly lit and completely absurd licking tanned girls with waxing brilliance.
Do not wane yet.
We are not done.
We cannot crumble here.
We fly on
entranced by the entire planet
in all its terrible and fantastic beauty.
You spell reflections
with delicious rhythm
You sing on hoods like a Hill Billy gangster spitting out lines that only mesmerize.
Hit the throttle.
I'm down to shine.
