my life is a mixture of empty houses
lucid dreams and metal spoons
and you
the fire underneath me
a crescent moon of life
stop and wait
I am made of sand.

you smell like bonfires and salty sand
I want to run with you
I feel your energy
the sky is in your eyes; your hair
stars
we can be free together

do not look for me
I have run into a forest
I will not return
the air is better here
I can see
it is wonderful.
the trees are absolutely lovely
they talk to me about birds and grape vines
no torrent of energy or mind.
there are flowers in my feet
the song is not of the birds, but of the earth
don't call for me
this is my home.

you cry
like the sky on a slate day
the world is a tsunami of
coffee and dusty light
cityscapes
and crumpled pillows.
my life is a studio apartment
with bad plumbing
I need you
I am a plastic bag
I miss your green luminescence

you are a collective vinyl record of my heart
needle, needle
swing through the air
you play my soul
dance through the ruckus
the screeching din
oh, my ears
you are the sound of flowers

look at the sea
you say
but I am already staring.
you do not
understand
what I think about you.
you are a smile
but you **** me
drag my body through the dirt
I love you, I love you
do you see the sea
the way I do?

you bleed stars
I stare into your eyes
you are lonely
you want to leave
the forest.
you are dim
flying around in your sad sidecar
looking for a settling ground
I will hold your mask.