The sky is busy tonight
Flashers and low flyers abound
Moving around
Their touch and go dance
Someone's trying to say something
And I'm not any closer today
To understanding them
As I was when all this began
But what a beautiful thing
They've chosen to share

Don't you see?
You have to experience
Acknowledge
And let go of everything that you are not if you ever want to understand
What you are

Waking from a nightmare
Staring into a reflection now
In everything I see
I see me

I wonder what it means
This reoccurring dream
I keep having
Hell, I wasn't even fifteen
And the girl I was too afraid to kiss
But danced like we were one confused
Teenage body
Timeless
The kind of beauty that never fades

I wrote something once
It wasn't a poem, a song, or even free verse.
Somehow chronos gave way to chrios
And I wondered
Can I think about my thoughts
Without using
Any
Of the
Thoughts
That created the original thoughts
It wasn't a poem and I wasn't a writer.
It was..
We were..
Something else.

Wet pavement and orange street lights
The sound of distant tires
Cutting a path through the moisture
Laying in the cracks of the highway
Wet and thick
Breathing in the fog
A record playing in my head
pops and cracks, jazz, singing out
Some lonely saxaphone

Buzzing
Humming
The entire world is black but orange
Sitting on a curb
Smoke another one
I fit so perfectly in this performance
Yet I've never been so detatched

The moon and I
We once were one
A lady and her man
But time has torn
Us each apart
Left me broken at her hand
And now I feel a stranger here
Lost in a foreign land
But My home away from everything
Is anywhere I stand