My soul has lift off,
the slow tempo of
my breath suddenly
boundless

My drums perforate
surrounded by a
universal register of
beats and measures
rolled into a mysterious,
melodic constellation

Dashing across the board
my fingers feverishly frisk
for the keys
of
Mozart, Prokofiev,
Rachmaninoff

With hammers and strings
I scale the sounds
of perfection
while properly perched
in front of
Grandma's Pianola
pretending to be
composed

FELL
into a hole so deep
the dirt
began to surface


good
therapy

I swim in
dreams
of
Maldives

turquoise, blue
tranquil trance

stingray's sea bed
belly dance

Dove
deep for the pearl
to
give to the girl

There
she leaves you
drowning

a head full of me

filled

then dumped

now remains
empty

and behind

My nail beds are sore
from all the pressing

Fire isle ferry,
cherry
fizzy-pop surprise

tutti frutti flave
umbrellas
lick tequila salted skies

Soaked in lemon, seaside breeze
strolling hand in hand

Fleeting footprints fade so fast
on Robbin's Rested
sand

We'll meet again
beneath safari skies
where black clouds melt
into heavenly eyes
Where elephants
dance in the palms of our hands
Where gentle hearted beasts
prance across the lands
Where a journey's eternal lesson
teaches us how to grow
Where the winds of passion
carry your legacy
for all the world to know

She
sits upon the sunrise....
Blaze,
filters through her hair...
Her
woolen hat and smile,
warm the city's air

He
sits upon a setting sun
his
fingers glow with pride
as he
draws his sunrise princess
closer
to spend the evening
by his side

Cradle,
idling sun
upon horizon's we've met
tomorrow won't see us
if we flee from the set

Reach not into
the evening space
where, night then dawn
at a dew drop's pace

Golden tranquility,
stay suspended all night
If tomorrow doesn't catch us
there won't be a fight

Daydreamer's Star,
warmth of innocence thrives
If tomorrow can't find us
there'll be no loss of lives

Just moments
after wishing
upon a star,
there you were
falling into
my arms

Took out the
trash today...
With it,
went a
B I G
waste of time

If you are
longing

You can find
me

In the still
dance
of the
trees

After
a series of binges,
self awareness
chased
the nightmare
into
a dream of
recovery

Anxiety, depression, anger
all encompassing
may turn away
a helping hand
The mobilization,
a good thrashing
an army of
L O V E
the many gentle hands
to soothe and infiltrate
the stubborn
exterior

Free the territory

It's a sad world
that we defend
using tweets
instead of prayers
Elevators
instead of stairs
Synthetics
to calm
the nightmares
Sleeping used to be such a treasure

Looking into the distance
of a long, lost existence
A silhouette that once danced to be free
She's so far away from me now
I can hardly
see

Shady soul
seeks out
stunning
vibrant flame
Now she
sits
smoldering
in a puddle
under his
Reign

Hard boiled eggs
simmer together,
separately
within their shells
holding in the heat
long after

so cool

Day
after
day
hammer away
at gopherwood
preparing
an ark
or
suffer
d
r
o
w
n
i
n
g
in a
flood
of
torrential
tears

Wake me
when I'm
successful

For now,
let hunger
sleep

Woke,
looking tired
feeling uninspired
a long day ahead
not a good cook
could decide
to hide,
chose instead to
reanimate,
defrost my consciousness
tuck my grays
under the darker strands,
the fighters
pull my hair back
really, really tight,
a ponytail
to trigger
a zygomatic smile
the beginning
of a fruitful day

I am
Thankful

Stringing a bunch of words together,
tying them
in a bow
A present full of loving
thoughts
for all the world
to know

Decomposing
in the dirt
I mingle with
underground,
come nightfall
in all the silence
my needy hand
wriggles up
from the cold earth
in search of
warmth

Folding,
once again
into that
sullen, secure
dimension

Confines
between
licked and
white wall
detention

Sealed,
filed away

Oh, the dead ends
they'll explore
together

The envelope
and
its submissive
letter

Intelligent
crooked
distant
kind and
generous
steady decline
of a
casual degenerate

It's midnight
and
I am late for
myself
I
had nothing to do
with my
absence
but,
everything to do with it
Now,
what do I
do?

Trapped in midnight
word mud madness
stuck in my head like
paint on canvas
untangling and wrestling
this vocab vine
tired, slurring sentences
like I'm drunk on wine
turn down the lights
try to get some sleep
brain won't shut off
it's in way too deep

You struck like lightning
your rain embedded my skin
like pearls trapped in lace
my interior soaked you in
no ceilings, no doors
no gravity, no floors
just floating,
I became
yours

Don't let me burn out again
as the dust of ash I can only
blow away
rather, be not that
but on fire
instead