Be more like the snow,
cold and silent.

It’s hard to find the words.
And it might not be about you and me,
But sometimes I still see the future as it ought to be
The way you promised,
But now it has all been compromised.

You said forever,
What I’m getting now is a never.
But sometimes I still see you in my bed
Maybe because I can’t get you out of my head.
But now I know.

I know you’ve her.
And I hope it’s not just the wine,
But I still hope that someday you’ll give me a sign.
That it wasn’t all made up
But I really need some kind of follow-up.

Please answer me
I dare
But you seem not to care
It hurts so bad
I think I might be going mad.

Now I know it was after all not ought to be.
There is no longer a story of you and me.
But you are hard to forget
It’s like I’m paying for some former debt.
What did I do?

you spend your days among the graffiti:

under your bridge - shouting your expletives at an echo.

i'll spend my days walking right above you:

singing through a megaphone.

When we stopped at the mission
The cracked Adobe was a message from god
Saying,

Centuries are just cracks in the stone, my world runs on diamonds and hydrocarbons
On charming interactions
On moments of synchronicity
On rubbing out heat to be dissatisfied into the void
To give feed for the new ones
In the feral zodiacs.

She frowned at this answer, said she wanted something less ethereal,
Something tight to clutch
Like the Parthenon's Corinthian columns
Or the great gables of a Neverending tabernacle
She was a greedy and godly girl

I was stupified, staring intently at the cracks
Asking what strange beings were created in between
Tracing the canyon routes with my hands, pressing the palm against the grooves
They were warm with lost sunshine, they had dust and life and creatures of God that sought not the gaze of us, but the eternal love of the dark

I have neglected many times this fact of life, pretending to be a stone in a world of pulsating flesh
Wanting to be abused eternally in exchange for experience

To be Boulder--
With granite cheeks and dusted neck
With cobalt eyes and chiseled chest
Tectonic movement, sparring feet
And left forever towards the seas.

Pretend not to be
The mask you acquire
Stand up against currents
Ripping at skin
Filleting fish, STAND
A requisite, no deficit
For this terror we hide
Do not abide
Pretend not to be
What we cannot be

Tomorrow yearns for today's joy
It always asks for more
At the end of the day,
It's your choice