Aliens
    They have no notion of past or present,
    everything is about oceans.
    When they ask for you
    it is really a story about seeing the ocean.
    VISITOR #1:
    Listen. It is failure of bridges that builds angels.
    GROCERY BAGGER/ COLLEGE STUDENT:
    Is this the depression
    we've all been experiencing?
    VISITOR #4:
    Please have a seat and forget the edge of that coast,
    you were not intended for this distance.
    GROCERY BAGGER/ COLLEGE STUDENT:
    I believe we're all owed an explanation.
    Where is this manifest?
    I've never ridden a horse, I am being dreamed about.
    VISITOR #1:
    You would not believe
    the stories redwoods have.
    You each get one phone call.
    GROCERY BAGGER/ COLLEGE STUDENT:
    But the voicemail I've been trying to reach,
    all morning,
    is full.
    "I dream of psychiatrists telling stories
    about dreaming of women
    they've seen in unedited videos on the internet.
    Sometimes they save her from that burning nightclub."
    VISITOR #2:
    If you're going, leave your voice
    somewhere in a room I know.
    COLLEGE STUDENT:
    We would have no need for phones if you didn't invent distance.
    VISITOR #2:
    There are trees that become stained with a purple blossom.
    During summer the blossoms fall and shadow around the trunk
    like a violet negative.
    What a beautiful dimension that must be.
    They pull her skirt down to examine the body,
    palms pour from a sidewalk in L.A.,
    everything is cracked-
    "My god she's beautiful, huh?"
    I think I met them before,
    a long time ago.
    THE MEMORY OF A VISITOR APPEARING IN A DREAM:
    What happens next? Come the exit of electricity from the body;
    on a long enough time-line all weather radicalizes and the people
    will grow into trees.
    You can read about that hollowness and never be prepared for it.
    It’s like standing on the edge of an overpass,
    and being completely empty of the urge to jump.
    This is what I remember:
    instructed to reenact creation
    she throws clothes
    from an open window above the 60 freeway.
      "You have to imagine there are people,
    surrounding you and talking"

I am forefronted on the balance
Of loneliness
& hope
It's too bright to know where I am
& too dark
to see where I'm going
So I'm cruising along
Doing my thing
Acting a fool
I didn't seem to have much interest
in anything
And it vaguely marred my visage
Not understanding how
Being in another part of the world
It changes you
I don't remember
the exact moment everything changed
I just know that it did
One moment, I was impenetrable
The next
my heart was beating outside my chest
Exposed to the elements
I am a child trapped in a man's body
And it's so bright outside
But too dark for me to see anything
That matters.

On a side note
They're absolutely crazy
Out of this world
To this day they amaze me
Indecisive and unbelievably shame me
Convicted to the bone
And set on one man
They call and bother
Like cattle fodder
Incessantly needy
But wont admit it
Insane about wants
Insatiable and beyond width
The noose that wraps
It's cold hands trap
But I believe in fate
The kind that makes you hate
Like a bloodhound unable to eat steak
And I continue to ask
How can things go wrong?
I was lost all along

This scarcity of my soul exists as a whole

In my heart waits a fire, a longing, nostalgia.

Art feeds my indecision

Hope fills my breath

Sense my emotion as you breathe in, my love

And cringe at the thought as you witness my ghost

Remember me!

Need me!

I am Love.

Find me, and walk beside me.

Clinched fists
                    embody all my rage
     all of my compassion
                                             for          this                 world
             all the       pain                               built up

"kiss me,"             she said sweetly             
                     my hands then dangling
                    "take me to bed..."

                              "hold me tenderly,
                                                       ­                                    as your friend     &
                                 keep all my secrets..."

Let         these human feelings
                         engulf you first,

before ripping them apart
                                                  for answers.
                             Don't
                               question all the moments
             your life is made up of.        

                                        Live them.
                                             Feed your head.

Headlights illuminate
       Your face              &
                 God doesn't know
        The colors I see
In your eyes
                     This cigarette
       Won't taste like your lips
               You know
     But I smoke anyway
              Just like the vibrations
         Throughout my body
             As that song plays
     I fall up against the sky
               & you remind me
Of a better time       Or      Place
           You are my
        Familiar mystery

              A beautifully concocted
                   Foggy morning
   In the midst of all this wordly madness

& smoke leaves my lungs
          Reintroduced to oxygen
I sigh                 you smile
           What a night         but
     You          already           know