I’m watching lives, lives that might’ve been mine flit in and out of impressionistic existence in the days of bursting moments breeding sculpted trees into living instruments breaching screeches throughout our ears.
gods! How long it’s been since eternities spent lying white lies across pale secrets spilt on carpets of ash inhaled to just get past another still life of tangled cigarettes atop those books I can’t remember breathing
in picnics painted with green black stares of stripped down cathedrals and I’m leaving to repent my thoughts twitching along steel cords killing visions of storm tossed seas smiling at friendly dragons green, just him and me laughing at St. George’s dying look.
Cat’s cast bronze curls inside sleeping shirts hanging off the back of suicide notes, shoulders bent while we stare and dare to listen to lives not ours to live. Chocolate covered whiskers fixing colors for our pictures; but it’s all false imaging anyway.
Pirates and witches taking shots at our thoughts downing liquored treats divining dances towards the driven roads leaking floors feeling beats crackling down our spine; cigarette kisses in cafe corners watching stars explode blank life in gold spattered sheets.
A lone man hanging life ten thousand miles high falling into swirling cotton candy flames and how I want to believe it ever really meant anything at all! Footprints never changing in the Moon lit laughs down streets I hardly care to remember. Black Crow!
Black Crow! How you seem to fall out his eyes crying chlorine tears into a mouth never coughing up life and breath lost on the backs of laughter smiling mirrored spirits of fleeting peace reflecting tomorrows lives back to our eyes searching fabled bravery in Arsenic's cup.
We’re all trying to see past our eyes and understand how we can trivialize the rings of swirling flames blinking in Sol’s iris; photographed silhouettes tying tongues to labeled nebula in one junkies eye reflecting the need
gnawing upon my mind watching your thousand smiles spend my time and I’m trying to remember what it meant to see another breaking mountainsides, ninety mph vibes falling naked in the grass underneath your back.
I’d rather watch ghosts doubled, holding islands of dust solidified on those stone cold basement floors fighting clothing to chase an innocent drunk down stairs falling into nights 900 miles away, memories I don’t have cast aside, tiny capsules encapsulating dying fires.
How G and R and E reflect the sun in skies dancing floating clouds just gone by, making friends with a blaze of smoke pouring out our words in the hue of blue; lit cigarettes catching the cold rim of nights growing old
with fungus, chemicals washed up on the edge of photographs stained with pieces of a memory in a lamps single light; I’m borrowing camera’s to impress a girl entwined in spiders silken webs hanging voids of every colored space.
And god, how young these faces look, too young in the company of these stars scratching at the door to break out of these times; lost bicycle rides down aisles playing with Atlas shrugging off his burdens to ride 25 cent smiles
in the lights of tonight’s fires dragging branches dried of sunlight spilling golden liquid out of plastic red cups. Freshly tattooed haircuts watching in all earnestness growing old and pretty soon all our hair will run out of our skulls to cover
the bathroom floors in **** and ***** covered stardust; we’re peaking our heads out the shower while we dance tip toed steps across the branches growing out of decks into frozen chemical nights.