So the drunken fool stumbles about his responsibilities,
sunbeams glowing from his eyes…
no perfume strong enough to hide this stench of love.  
I give up.
God,
that rascal
always has other plans
for me

I've struck a bargain
with existence, I bring
it flowers every
morning

Seed my mantra with your stare
Im stuck on the roof
No God in sight
and my neck hurts from staring at stars
Awaiting a cool breeze to guide me home
Still I keep that *** of gold in my mind’s eye
The return to a long forgotten homeland
Something to strike me like deja vu
Awakening my eternal slumber
A thousand whistling kettles
So seed my laugh with your stare
Im stuck on the roof
No God in sight
and my neck hurts from staring at you
Awaiting a cool breeze to guide me home

Some smokey memory
hidden in a deep recess
reminds me death is a friend
I so crave that light I’ve known
That night I pounded the floorboards
curled my body around leg chairs
clung to my mothers old womb
crying to the moon
shouting questions silently
why… Why… WHY?!
Sprouted from your womb, I wish to return
growing from your consciousness
I wish to dissolve
I was a fire in the eye
eyeless in its completeness
vision in its blankess
burn through me
burn me whole

Champagne furnaces burn red, orange, then blue
Like the way i wish to uncolor my perceptions for you

Psychic fixes lay dormant on a floor mat
huddle the young
warm feelings under red scarves
away from vapid decay
turn feral, child
in this warm space
we’ve carved
just
for
you

When i started listening
a sound i’d never heard
drunken poets
suddenly
make
sense