You asked, 'is this your car dear john',
I carried on
speeding
leading you,
and though my eyes were scarred,shut tight
I saw you
to my right and looking like for all the world
a frightened girl
but this was never meant to scare you just to share with you
a moment
up on seaview heights to watch the lights go down
and then to drive
back
to the town.

But speed is needy ever greedy and I must confess to you that I like loving speeding,needing that excitement,
more than you that's heaven sent and I am earthly bound and tied and live to ride the wings that fly in cars where you are looking scared.

I never dared say that before
I put the metal to the floor, just one more flicker on the dial,one more twitch another mile and then we're home
I see relief in your wan smile,
you'll be back
you like to track and trek with me
you'll break your bleedin' neck with me
and only speeding will we see
what will be.

I knew we were in trouble
when they taught the machines to talk

parliament of artificial owls
nocturnal park line pirates

watch and learn
these conspirators
abduct the listening chair
and strap deniability to
another infernal device

so some hotwired pilgriming woman
possesses superior ****** abilities
and a skill with
the violin, the pointy end

camera is king

yet all the negatives
have been destroyed
still somewhere out there
remains a flash card
and a hybrid set of eyes
watching all the people fall to pieces

we're perambulations around
collapsed buildings,
rather than the collapsing buildings themselves

me and the machine
of contradictions
sick as our secrets
with all kinds of shenanigans going on

welcome to the age of copying minds
onto hard drives and cellphones

a future too heavy to carry
and so we plant it deep into the soil
letting the cables sleep
like fading city lights, receding
like strange fractured reactors
at the edge of the world

in lieu of flowers send hope

.

Everytime I hotwired reality

I took a bite out of animosity


I followed all the wrong examples

Danced to the music I didn't know

I never knew the new ground

Before it brought me down


In the end we all dance to the music alone

Twirling until we are nowhere to be found



. . . . dancing our sorrow away . . . .


. . . . all the dying years enthused . . . .


. . . .  in the end keep the fire burning
         in your eyes . . . .


. . . . until the light in you reaches the sky . . . .

from the castle ruins
to the stacked pipes
and tunneled waters
of metropolis

we alone
—family in darkness

layers of india ink
hide useless machines

pressing country skin city bone
into amalgamation

hotwired airfield wings
hovering over abandoned
fairgrounds

covered in chains
and cotton candy

enslaved
sweetened

—so the pill goes down with ease

this is our home
this is where we live

life is zenith
future is chaos

I wrote you a poem, about why I'd write a poem for you. You caught me one time trying to tame my mind with lines of rhyme, when I told you it was about a woman we both knew you said, next time... why don't you write about me? I said because you don't inspire me. The easiest excuse for writers block... I need to be inspired. I need to be hotwired into a matrix of men and women who are driven by every feeling they are giving. I need rhythm and words. The pen is a decipherer and the page a treasure map where we will write our way to gold. We sold ourselves on the belief that we could... write smiles onto people...

So we write. Muster our might and write light into the dark times. Stitch beauty into the scars of the harmed,  arm ourselves to the teeth against those who act beneath what is considered humane. With ink in our veins we write like we fight. Unafraid of a broken bones because the next blow we throw will be through our throats. We are mouthy poets, and the most powerful weapon in arsenal is our battle cry. And should one of us die on the field we'll uproar, we'll outcry, we'll encore and we'll breathe life into what remains of our fallen and give them the best ******* send off ever.

And when we finally reach home after our time together ... We'll keep writing. We'll write worlds out of words. Write instructions to the sky and orders to the ground will write love notes to sound and have this all down before the next sun swings around, with metaphors abounding and similes astounding we don't clown around with the words we've found.

We write in skin grafts. We talk the hollow into wholesome entice oppressed into the inspired and paint the lonely as lovely. We fill in the gaps. We are the ifs the ands and the buts following the 1 word answers to the big questions. Do you love me? What are you angry about? How do you feel?
And we'd say, yes! If I was terminally ill and have the doctor prescribe me you, because you make me feel more alive than I've ever felt!
We'd say, everything. Sometimes I just feel trapped in my own skin like the society that we live in has made jail cells out of my skin cells!
We'd say... Okay. I feel like his smile told me, he'd catch me if I should fall. We write so we can say it all.
We write in passion and love, we write an apology, we write in admiration, and affection. We write in absolution as much as uncertainty. We write in purpose as much as apathy.
We don't write because we should. We write because we can and It's everything we are and everything I am.

This!.. Is why we write.

No, nothing,
Just that we're not,
And loved,
Until that last.

Yeah, I shook you -
With my hidden me:
Heal me,
Touch me,
Reach me,
Speak to me.

As I am!

        Masked we showed our hearts,
And ******
        Tender and rough.
While hidden  
        - different kinds of hurt.

Words like
jealousy,
obsession
and betrayal
Have a place.
I know their pain,
Those ugly feelings,
Hotwired into my brain,
As the body's lust
Now corporeal to me.

Yeah, I shook you -
With my hidden me:
Heal me,
Touch me,
Reach me,
Speak to me.

As you are!

I liked your weathered palms,
Chapped with art
Their grain a balm.
Whose sandy discontent,
Soothed my psyche
With their grit.

Yeah, I shook you -
With my hidden me:
Heal me,
Touch me,
Reach me,
Speak to me.

Unmasked!

Why does it hurt? Why does it hurt so bad, I let you go yesterday like the bird I've never had. I set you free so you could find someone so much better than me. I tried so hard it was like pushing two puzzle pieces that will never fit together so why does it hurt? You will always be the girl I fell head over heels with. I still am so ******* in love with you that my tears are drowning me and I'm gasping for air but I realize I only could breathe when you would kiss me. All our I loves yous are carved into my skin, burned into my memory, HotWired into my brain and god I want to stop loving you so the pain will go away but I can't. I can't unlove the girl I've loved for three years and two months. I'm suppose to be strong but every time I close my eyes I start to dream about you so I started skipping sleep like it was my classes every alarm was the principal calling me in to have a talk. I've never fully been mentally stable but now, now I'm over my head in memories of us I was never good enough, so goodbye or farewell or please come back. No. I can't say that I have to harden my  Heart and dry my eyes. I'll never be able to kiss you goodbye. Its not suppose to hurt this bad I was after all the one parting ways  **but god if only I could wake up with amnesia and forget you were the girl of forever

I could blame it on society
the way
they hotwired crime and
time in me
blame all the grime I see
on this dysfunctional society,
but no,
I take the bow
take the drop
the blaming thingy has to stop
and lo'
it stops at my door.

Dear Lord,
there's no need to applaud
or make a sacrifice.

Nice init?
the righteous way,
taking control of what we say.

I think there may be some
who'd still nail me to a cross
and
take my voice away
then
leave me for a day or two
to see if I was dead
can you
believe it?

Hotwired
For your fuse
Hardwired
To live fast
Burning petrol
Yeah, midnight oil
Till the gas lights fuming

The end of of days
Don’t seem so bad
When the nights are so long

Fusing
Under
Crimson
Kingdoms
In
Nonstop
Gorgeous
Serenity

Call it a holiday
Ain’t no hallow day
Just

Fusing
Under
Crimson
Kingdoms
In
Nonstop
Gorgeous
Serenity