A wave of probability
smashing straight into me
I'll probably go insane
but remain sane simultaneously
psi, c'est la vie

Walk in the woods daily, taking care to greet the trees.
Stroll among them gaily, and be sure to smell the breeze.
In time, they’ll bark friendly salutations, through smiles of leafy greens
You’ll find a natural family, in this idyllic scene

And the journey begins
From the land of 10,000 10,000 mile high clouds
Drenching jungles and shores of ancient coral gardens
Long since harvested from the sea
Where they plant the love of their country in foreigners row by row by row
Where bananas resemble mashed potatoes and are served with onions
Where people can name the entire Yankees roster and have never kicked a soccerball
And yes my feet are tired
Because flip flops, like the government, offer little support
And who knows when I'll get the last grain of sand out of my hair
Or when the ringing in my ears from trumpet blasts will finally fade
Or the taste of unavoidably ingested bug spray will finally stop burning the back of my throat
my speedo tan lines will likely be the first to go
But all the myriad lessons internalized (read: only spray yourself with bugspray out doors)
All the friends friended with zero electronic interference (like the turtle hatchling I held or the man who volunteers years of his life protecting them for results that likely won't be seen in his lifetime)
Will live inside me forever
For, ever will my journey continue
Until we meet
And I can share them all with you
We can feast on them together
And they can maybe one day help you grow
like a mangrove tree
and harbor ideas of love in your roots like baby fish
And maybe if you're lucky, even taste the bug spray for yourself

Journey to a painting
Like you're **** Van ****
Stroll along an empty beach
Like every grain of sand is yours
Practice parlaying in the native tongue
Silence and gull skwaks

Blue, blue, blue
Yes, like the marble
All encompassing in every compass direction
Blue, blue
Like the med kit
It cleans and cleanses
Repairs, bandages, heals
Blue
Like ink from a pen
It clears the mind.
Green too
In case you forgot that it is vast
Green, green
In case you didn't know
It can be many things at once
Green, blue, blue
In case you doubted that it went full circle

Walking through a freeway tunnel,
Getting hit by all the cars,
The memories crash into me
And all I see are stars.
Walking through a freeway tunnel,
Dodging all the cars,
The memories fly past me
A life lived behind bars.
Riding through a freeway tunnel,
Passing other cars
Safety behind glass
Lives lived in jars.
Riding through a freeway tunnel,
Shooting past the walls
Pull me over pig,
You don’t have the *****.

The glory of combat
Wired in my brain
Perhaps that's why I'm conflicted
Almost militarily
Intense discipline
To maintain the level of destruction
Engulfed by friendly fire
Sick satisfaction with every ****
Producing a wry smile
All caught on film
But the replay ignored
Who wants to learn from the past?