filaments and filigrees
the forms from which we disagree
like stochastic children
we assemble
and then return to our solitary ways
waters flow and release waves
our hearts are safe
ten million creatures teach us wisdom
our answers are the words of vision
if we are misled will we be held accountable
and if we are dead will be held responsible
its simple really
all these tricks are for our own good
spoon fed and redundant she bled like a walrus
our elements are rusted like compliments and comets
mutations abound
since only sound
can drown out this suffering
i am impossible
and try to keep it bottled like lightning
kingdoms toppled and empires are overthrown
still the disassociation shows
in small towns and movie theaters
the life of those who live there
for once put yourself in my shoes
what is the wishing bone to do
it must break and be torn or it will be sworn at
keep calm and let it all deteriorate
what is the essence of the mission
keep calm under all conditions
with wet hair and a coat
with microfibers that don’t float
with puncture wounds in our souls
with diamonds on our thrones
music is meaning
its bleeding
its keeping you company
its a rope
its a boat and an anchor
its food and shelter
its blessed health and favor
the flavors of love
grief is among them
stems from childhood abandonment
settlements form and we are drawn
to our own entanglements
smart phones are dumb
and sam’s club is for yuppy ****
lick these roads with your tongue
smack the floor with your feet
greet the earth like its cheap
we preen and pry
for the prim and proper
but still the water runs dry
never happy enough to cry
smudge the essence
of love from the wall
demand the feelings of space to call you
next time we will run
with drums pounding
i am unsure of myself
can i withstand this pain
why must i remain impassive
fragile like elastics that have been stretched beyond
i am burning in my skin
turning inward and becoming thin
smite the eyes that invade
depend on nothing and no one
sometimes we are safe
other times i am afraid
what a way to exist in this prison
realism scares me
takes me away from the realm of fantasy
bores me with details and causality
sadness is everywhere
have you ever cared
for yourself
or another
surrender and become like butter
a tiny offering
a musical dream
simply whispered to keep you clean
his agony is her pain and suffering
what a mess is all this tumbling
humans digress and become unnecessary
i am sediments from long ago
the tired road has no shadow
the smirk on your face is a waste of time
so remove the lines from underneath your eyes
besides why are we here
is it only to be in fear
I try to steer clear of neighbors with knives
suburban cannibals and housewives