I'm sitting on the dance floor
I saw her at the next door
She was adorable
She put her little bells on her legs
Danced like the snow
Falling from the sky
And I let my heart
Dance for her smile.

I’m spiraling and sprawling out
The ugly parts revealed
Like a hermit crab
who’s had his shell taken

Hyperventilating and staring at opaque ceilings listening to the walls
They speak and when they do they whisper of me
They laugh at their corners and close in on me

They grip with brick hands
Face the floor
He feels what I feel
I will merge with him so they will be right
Let them walk all over me
Until I can no longer feel

a shattered poet on floor
he swore he'll do no more
if he throws his poems out the door
he's done for

He'll get back up,
but do no chase
As if some race.
"Pour me another cup."

Singing up on the fly,
the sea touches the cloud.
Dancing on the ground,
it won't slip off the floor,
it won’t drop a drop!
Curiously algorithmic,
runs on the go,
leaps or dips, but never
is a gone goose!
Ah, holy smoke,
what did you drop?

candlestick lying on the floor
and his candle goes by itself
and the fire swims
on the ceiling
under one's feet
under my eyes

ants got closer
they sing their song
the fire is no longer on fire
and my eyes are blue
go instead of him
under one's feet
under heaven

and today the time ran
everything became so chaotic
and time runs like a real runner
and the present runs away from the truth
but the truth and the present is not at all
never and never we have not been

25.07.18

right hand - cack hand
misinfected
an inebriant
a heat of intoxicants
'Recover Your Presence Of Mind'
i don't even have my mattress raised
from upon the floor
spilled drinks
moulds
and pages soaked to the boarding
snoring in spores
infested with messages
in nest with it all
best to withdraw

between the sweat
on the sick bed, i circle stray satellites
clustered on the ceiling. i let bliss speak

and leave me weak.

     my sun
slow licks my lips:
a fire spit. hot tongue. bony hipped.
i strum his back. his skin
and soul.

i reach fever pitch
     and burn up 'til i hit
the floor.

I bled out
Repeatedly
Like a broken gum ball machine
tipping over every edge
leaving a mess outside of myself
For every one to see
All is out
I am empty
Living with an internal echo
I have to live with this mess on the floor
Ankle deep
Thick as mayo
Public
Billboard
Of my own thoughts