calling all cosmos
the media has poisoned the air it's borrowed
the frequencies are deafening and become waves of sorrow
no one to maintain the signals through the rain
or be the one who follows

calling all established breath to relinquish the skies before you forget, leaving a hole in the center of a sunset. eyes complete the sentence i'll soon regret, placing the moon in a hole a whisper away from where we first met.

a house of cards made of perfect hands, built in a way you can't understand. it could topple down with a master plan or be the symbol of the promise land. fifteen ways to bend the mind, i believe love is the most difficult to find. words rewind to see the future of passing time. and all of this from the sights left behind.

a man tells a joke he can't quite remember the punchline for, the setup still follows.

the ion we once relied on has gone the way of pressure and made a diamond
the alchemy we once cheated enchants our dreams though we feel defeated
i've seen gold in the rain that collects on my window pane; i'm only rich on rainy days
i can't disagree that the finer things are sometimes those most killing me

conversation meets symmetry. life beyond telepathy
holding out your hands in cosmic reach beckons
the nebula to both learn and teach

i found the bottom of my shoes gripping the past like cement fitted boots
i recovered your heart like a star with the arrows that i shoot
i've unearthed more than words with copper plated truth
but mostly i've thought of all the ways to repeatedly bury and unbury you.

Constance; it proved delayed again, true. The battle scars of all you are remain echoed in the hue; the blues, the reds, ricocheted off your head as energy goes missing and Diaspora winds up dead.  I saw your silhouette on wanted poster, defaced with time and vandalized past words you could even recognize; your fugitive legend lives on just like a Johnny Cash song.  

I remember the dual in town square, the fight between memory and the noose left on a chair.  The regrets defect to recollect – a photograph I hold, the flash, still bold, doesn’t mind what it is told as the radiance completes and pleasantries are sold.  The countdown between the gun and the ground reverberates off windows and feels more than it sounds - I remember silly things like the way skies alive with blue are the surest bet to the memory of you.

The dance we sing relates everything; the time, the place, the soft lines of her face – the lust and love as shadows drop above.

I’ve never loved anyone in the way I love everyone.  I feel the warmth within my empty pocket, a pocket that weaves tales as eyes set sail.  A piece of dust rising from the ash as memories defy impact; alone again or, since no one can tell me, I reinvent myself so I can say that it is what I’m told.  I am the flashing of an instance that re-presents the equation; in symmetry, in manner, in form.  

Lies alive become a vague, anarchic form of truth.  This is the truth I live; a broadened form of self destruction, a manic repercussion from an emotions own eruption.  It’s hardly worth discussion, but memory has suffered a concussion and the only words worth trusting aren’t true.  It’s me and you.  You and me, or so I see as you see it doesn’t depend on symmetry.  If only I could vocalize calligraphy, or politely excuse my entropy but the main part that’s bugging me is the only air I can not breathe.

So now I live a vacated tomorrow; an equal sign divided and subtracted to its sorrow.  A life of lies, a life alive - I refuse to accept truth and instead wind up living when I should be dead.  I go missing with a beacon on my head.  

It’s in the shadow of truth that my mind feels abused; I know the words but have forgotten their use.  It’s the fear of reality that lies are the truth and all the echoing sounds that remind me of you. As though I’d actually gotten away, my fists raised high in victory, a chorus of rain began to follow me.  Thunder lauded the sky as though begging an encore and the hair on my neck began to dance – a thought I believed that could not be left to chance.  The electric disruption, a faint form of percussion, clapped louder than the bolts as all of the volts caressed the dreams of circuitry and the form faded from memory.

This is how I learned to breathe – or learned to fly or learned to jump through a needle’s eye.

I am the everlasting pattern of a beginning that’s already reached it’s end
I am the worrier’s captain, the executioner’s co pilot and the prisoner’s only friend

I escape wisdom through leaves as I dictate the vibrations of trees and all along I was just trying to find home.  It’s now known that we escape with what we once held to be etched into stone. migration creates alchemy of a new degree; the kind we know only through circuitry and lasting impact of memories.  Spacing out now I realize it’s still far down and the capacity to emit this frequency is killing me. Urging and purging and filling it in, filing down the commitment of irrevocable sin and now twenty feet higher than the lasting impact had promised, I reach completion of the pattern and remember everything I’ve forgotten.

So pure light envisions me, lapsed through time frames and enhanced by my memory. Instilled decisions distilled through the liquor leak as all the men without tongues are the ones who most need to speak.  Hanging men hung and gassed men with cyanide for lungs are perhaps those we most despise but it’s never been my choice to pick who sees the sun rise.  Deposits of emotional carcinogens that block out the victim and ignore the vibrations within will be the death of everything we’ve ever believed in.  


Trust pure light and forget what it is that makes you so dry

And there in a name, yes, I too know the name; I found a cause.  Not really what the stars had written on my fate but what fate had determined to be my stars.  I figured the virtue had lost it’s novelty, so I explained my caution to the sun, “you were right,” shouted, “my circles finally caught up to me; the past is finally present.”

And how I could run, as though flying – and flying too.  As it elapsed I felt subliminal orbit, your eyes rotating my mind.  I tried to chase the vision with your lips but got lost in the eclipse.

And the eclipse, too, it was beautiful.  The mind-bending awe of sunlight gasping.  The last breath of radiance before it masks itself as visual silence.  The momentary delay of heat still touches my skin as the sky becomes black and then the sun exhales and aim’s it’s arrow for me.

A parade of commonsense motions; lisping love through our lips as it forms into an ocean and the reflective quality of the water is just enough to make the moon skip backwards and chance an encounter as paradise.  Your body is smooth and lips long loved.

stuck, sprawling from the city, making tracks
still calling.  the speed lights have stopped,
now their just stalling as the moon on the back
traces a drawing like pencils
experience the feeling of falling.

i've corrupted youth far past use,
and it was only for the thought of you
one last hit, a final fix or two
as i tried to find your love in
a melting spoon

i've got my dose, i can get some sleep
but without you I've lost my dreams
and tomorrow, as the sunlight screams
i'll start all over, and not remember anything

Of recent stories, i’m told our moon was the largest.  i denied fact as truth, as is so often used.  i wrote a report filled with errors only a universe could make and killed time for old time’s sake.

but the buried limousines have somehow grown into trees where crows drink wine, and talk of future times where their only worry will be which way to glide to empty their minds.

but talking to the doctor today, he was convinced of impeding biological holocaust - where bodies pile up as your vision is lost - and all along you were the fastest crook, spending money like time, and quicker than you took it.

my vagrancy knows of great discord, the kind my mind mutates into a reward but the last vision of a dead knights sword is the exterior of the universe after all our inner wars.

vapors collide in one last goodbye of both our love and time.  i breathe your lips for one last eclipse and forget all the reasons why.  we’ll meet again, on the run - towards the sun, but not with everyone.



my mind goes blank

   with every breath of mine

that you take