If the stars did die
I wouldn't mind
If my eyes went blind
I couldn't find

Strolling the darkness
With souls like yours
Hearing the whisper
That binds us further

But
If the stars are bright
I'm grateful
If I can see light
I'm aware
If I can hear voice
I'm at ease

The further I run or hide, I fall closer in love.

On a legal high - like birdsong.

I'm told to marry, share wealth, *****, and a home.

Or what's the point living?

I feel an enormous serenity - floating in some lover's limbo.

Spectate the scene in silhouette.

While bittersweet coffee cuddles my palette.

I can finally breathe.

So why do I feel like a survivalist?

On a long haul where perceptions hinder.

For now I stay floating.

Care about old things to sell on
Living the memorabilia dream
What will you spend it on?
With blue-suede eyes
And polka-dot ties
What gives you a *******?

I can't live a middle-class dystopia
Where our class system's ******

Don't live to tick boxes and beam ceilings
Small minds without feeling
What's wrong with homosexual healing?

You converse on conversation pieces
I knock head on open-brick

Save it for your dinner guests

Too often, the frail mind of our bodies succumbs to desire.

Subhuman, neanderthal traits; where we want to love.

Or is that just a label for ****?

This is
Another
Version

Trampled
Lusciousness

No one
Told me
Of
A paradisal
Ether

Where one
Can talk
Through
Black mirror

A symbol
Of neck
Pain

Artificial
Light
Stuttered
Communication

A message
Received

A naked
Body
Or
Satire

All transferred
Via satellite
To my
Jeans