It's the red heat I mean
to capture in rivulets.
My blood blues, too,
fuzzy pink, Juliets.
Burn the whole palette
and rethink your colors,
the impressions you're under.
**** score-keeping, thus
**** the goalkeepers.
Life requires only
earnest volition
to hum to life.
I'm so happy to be
right here now
Light. Mirrors. Town.
Poets 're comin'
and how's giving time
for paper where
Time's scarce?
Screens & buttons multiply.
Escape, expression,
eleven-eleven,
words and their meanings,
intentions and speeches
come running come screaming.
Supposed to mention truth n'
whatever I ever reckon to believe in.
I know you can't recognize anything
close to truth till you're sittin' in
your inner world.
And here one is, baby!
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
It's the red heat I mean
to capture in rivulets.
My blood blues, too,
fuzzy pink, Juliets.
Burn the whole palette
and rethink your colors,
the impressions you're under.
**** score-keeping, thus
**** the goalkeepers.
Life requires only
earnest volition
to hum to life.
I'm so happy to be
right here now
Light. Mirrors. Town.
Poets 're comin'
and how's giving time
for paper where
Time's scarce?
Screens & buttons multiply.
Escape, expression,
eleven-eleven,
words and their meanings,
intentions and speeches
come running come screaming.
Supposed to mention truth n'
whatever I ever reckon to believe in.
I know you can't recognize anything
close to truth till you're sittin' in
your inner world.
And here one is, baby!
introduction to my journal
Request permission to use this poem