got to eat them as they darken
reddened ruby to black constant opal
berries will rot quickly if you don’t
or they’ll taste real gooey and wierdy
if you let the drupelets’ colors get
unsynchronized like summer and fall

...why am i telling you this?
because i learned that the hard way
and the days go away in the gleam
heavy showers and peak-a-boo sun
the east barely bracing for the storm
and the sweetness decaying like the leaves

Do you remember the humid red that stained your cheeks?
Do you recall the sultry desire that overran your judgments?
Do you maybe reminisce on the unsynchronized gasping of needed breath?
Do you recollect on ripped clothing during insistent moments of unshakeable craving?

Because it was this unshakeable craving that controlled you, it overtook you and you forgot to resist. It was this unshakeable craving that let you remember, recall, reminisce, recollect on your sticky love.  

Do you remember the burning of skin as you transferred heat?
        Or the pressing up against the door?
        Or curled toes?  
        Or the paralyzing quivers?
Do you recollect on the sweatiness amongst the heavy sheets?
Do you perhaps reminisce on how it felt like an addiction you couldn’t overcome?
Do you recall the “no-it’s-not”, but really it was?

Because really, it was.
It was the sum of these parts, but they oddly equated to more.                  
It was this “no-it’s-not”, when really it was, that let you remember, recall, reminisce, recollect on your sticky love.

Do you remember what it was?
Do you recall wanting, needing, yearning?
Do you recollect messy hair, breathlessness, than the stillness?
Do you reminisce on this quiet stillness?

Because it was this stillness that lets you remember, recall, recollect on, reminisce on your sticky love.

I'd always wanted to go to Paris.
Pah-ree, some people say.

You smelled like dust and honey,
like you'd been shot down and shelved
one winter afternoon and forgotten,
but we all knew you'd stay
golden, waiting
and waiting for the next summer
to come along

- and you said you'd never
leave me up there
like a book unloved.

You sounded like a sleepy cello,
like the sky when it's tired from
painting, painting
fire and gold behind clouds and
tall iron towers, and I
could hear jazz music and
bluejays twittering
to the thump bump of our
unsynchronized pulses

- you laughed when I laughed
and asked what time
I wanted to fall in love with you.

You were the promise of
talking quietly in little back-alley cafes
on the wrong side of the river,
wearing black berets like we knew
what we were doing, you sipping ***** and me
drinking hot chocolate
because I thought coffee meant
I'd meet the dawn without dreaming

- but you told me my eyes
were bright enough to dream
while open. *

Some people say they
believe in love at first sight and I,
well, I,
I suppose I fell in love
when I saw Paris in your smile.

Mine’s a sort of light, musical, dancing
tread, a never-ending thread of notes
on a string, a slight ring upon the ears,
I like to think of it as:
cheeky, small, charming.

An underground solo orchestra
the music of my footsteps,
only I can play
and we’ll never be able to play each other’s tunes.

When your knees crack real good
you’re locked in a skin of sound.

Every bone in my spine cracks
crystalising form in bubbling molten blood,
Can you hear?
Breath is a knife to dissect unsynchronized rhythms.

In an empty house, we miss each other by seconds.
The sound of doors banging.

Footsteps on hollow floorboards.

I am scared.
Hands and ankles clasped to a metal table,
White-washed walls inspire spasms of uneven breaths,
Irregular heart-beats,
Body and mind unsynchronized
My thoughts flying faster
As my pulse slowly falters.
I am dying.
Slowly.

Close my eyes and brace against the bite
As you break
Every bone
In my body.
I breath slowly..Inhale, and lament screams unholy
While I hear you laughing, ripping at my chest coldly.
I collapse in on myself,
Blood, guts, and gore spilling contents onto the white-washed floor, until
I breath
No more.

Just before I take leave of this world
I open my eyes to find that of my demise-
I see
A mirror.

1.
Passionately kiss a beautiful stranger
2.
Dance with someone special in the rain
With the headlights of a car
Be the only source of light
And the music from the stereo
Persuade our unsynchronized movements
3.
Try an extremely overpriced fruity cocktail
In a luxurious bar
4.
Sit down at an occupied table
That has a random person
Introduce myself and
Play a speed round of 20 questions
Exploring the idea
Of creating a false reality to someone
Who would accept it
Because they expect nothing less

One Thousand hands holding
One Thousand suitcases stuffed suffocating
One Thousand costumes and memories tethered to expectations,
One Thousand pieces left behind that
would not pass inspection like
fragments of self and habits to lean on,
One Thousand pairs of waiting eyes wistful and worn and wondering about
One Thousand ways to say goodbye,
One Thousand stories swimming in minds
reasons to stay devouring reasons to depart
parsing apart
One Thousand unfinished thoughts
stacked upon each other as layered
remnants of crumbling towers,
One Thousand coterminous beginnings and endings swallow
One Thousand middled narratives,
the taste of
One Thousand lives flavors the air
circulating in
One Thousand lungs huffing the
breath of
One Thousand neighbors estranged and silent save
One Thousand unsynchronized heartbeats
bleating and bleeding and belching
One Thousand rhythmic intricacies into
One Thousand hands holding
One Thousand suitcases.

the best sound in my entire world
is heavy breathing
unsynchronized
and the soft swishes of fingertips brushing over back-skin
and little gasps

of pure happiness

and i don't have to wonder anymore
if i am making music

or even if we're making love
because i am lying on beautiful cream colored clouds
in the back of your parents' van
and i don't think it really matters.

I'll write it to you
Since there's no one else listening
But I'm not even sure you are, too.
When you're gone, something is missing.

I know it's all been said before
But I can't quite get it out of my system
I'm sure you know what it's like; standing behind closed doors
That hopelessness we get when we miss them.

I know you know what I mean
All you wanted was to be loved
So go, wash your body clean of me
Sometimes it's all we can do, when push comes to shove.

I want you there in my most intimate of times
I want you so much closer.
Here I go again with these ****** rhymes,
Unsynchronized disposer.

Come over, make yourself at home
Share a cup of tea with me.
We don't have to go at this alone,
We can't shoulder this animosity.

Soaking in your old bath water
That detachment you got fueling
Reminds me of my father.
The way you look at me so coolly.

You are the sunshine
Peeking through my curtains
Good morning, good night
Could we make amends?

Name falls from the ancient Greeks.
The Sound of Thunder,
Is what they preach.
I like to think of you as a classical human being.
Your mother and father welcomed you here on earth February the 4th 1998,
A water bearer,
Ruler of Uranus and Saturn.
You’re unique,
Built in Texas and fell right in the Chi.

You know what people like about you?
The communication you bring.
You communicate with your eyes,
Ears,
And mouth.
You know what else?
Your humor.
All the unsynchronized clocks in a watchmaker’s shop stops.
Your smile.
It relinquishes the fear in people.
Makes us feel safe.

You idolize the melodies of Mr. Kendrick and Cole,
You’re picky in your own nature.
Can’t have chocolate Oreos without milk,
Doesn’t dare touch greens.
You’re the element of air,
A handsome Phrygian youth.
Nobody is as witty as you,
Clever and rebellious.
Like spicy chili Doritos your mind is as far as the eyes can see.
You’re beyond on what you know,
Ahead of the game.
Filled with paradoxes.
You’re interested in the opposite ends of the spectrum.

If you were to leave town the next morning
Save me your lucky Krispy Kream sweater.
It smells like…you.
I want to hold your hand as you voyage all over the world.
You’ve been to Egypt before,
Go again… with me this time.

To my panda,
You will go out of your way to help another.
Live with no strings attached.
Like Po,
Very unconventional and always full of excitement.


You truly do have you and your beautiful soul.

I am unsynchronized synchronicity
The half pages in journals left blank
That's me
The image of composure while crashing down inside
The graceful dance of panic through the web I'm trapped inside
I've felt another shift lately, in the ways that I perceive
The image of the me I know is always incomplete
There's always new ways to see they say
New ways to turn our feet
We can never fully fill the holes this way
But we can still feel more complete

I miss you
where have you been?
your body’s beside me
your soul’s somewhere else
your mind’s in a ferris wheel
with someone who stole my seat
unsynchronized beats
come back
your face lost its spark
is it me?
I won’t hold you to drown
stay or leave
omitting then approaching
make up your mind

Adrenaline rises through the
cracks of my scarred surface,
deep pounding beats swarming
inside my soul, splitting, bleeding,
stinging, pulsating, deafening
drums rumbling inside my belly,
settling in disturbing rhythms
along the shores of my broken
vessel – crimson-crazed, watery
paint running in unsynchronized
lines down the edge of my spine,
nameless, worthless, a bitchless
bridge cascading into suffocating
dwellings, drained chambers,
raw-flamed, insane, deformed,
deranged, declining beyond
horizons – emotions bottled
up inside trigger racing nations,
bladed, faceless frames stained,
slain, unrhymed, flawed diction
hiding in chained caves, depressed,
stressed, saddened, sinking
inside exploding skies.

I’m bound to the endless planets that spin around my soul
The crying moon singing sweet sad blues
Lost in the unsynchronized rhythm drifting in swelling syllables
I can feel the swirling breeze surrounding my body
How I’m all alone in this sunken landscape
Drawn to the slow dragging sounds pounding my brain relentlessly

There was a slurred speech in her voice,
its sound shifting frantically in the empty
air, its mechanics losing its taste, like an old
woman in a hospital bed.  

I stared at her broken body in the silent room,
searching for the spark inside her soul, letting
my existence drift into the inner world of her heart,
letting the pain in her eyes seep into my life.  

I followed her unsynchronized steps to its sudden stop,
my eyes focused on the tears trickling down her somber face, her hands trembling at her twisting hips.  I could hear the teethbiting crowding the air, how it echoed in my ears and down the shadowed halls, the way it conflicted my thoughts, the way the sound seemed to curl in towards
my chest.  

I covered my ears, but I could still hear the reverberating verbs trapped inside my mind, dark and sinking, cold and shattering, a painful cry pounding my brain.  A wave of shock ran down the back of my spine, more intensifying than a splintering blade, as I studied her featureless frame, the smell of death lingering in the atmosphere.

I looked outside at the fallen leaves from oak trees, its dull, diminishing hue a reflection of a lost angel detached from her dimension, like a sunken star.   I leaned next to the window and inhaled the chalky taste of the smoky trees, not much of a lifeline, slowly drowning in despair.  I turned back facing the girl, as her depiction became a blood scarlet scene, slowly fading into nothing at all, every breath of its existence crashing off course.

My heart wanted to be with you, even when you weren’t
around me, even when the rain was spattering on the ground,
I longed for you to be next to me, to hear your deep and moving
voice restoring me, holding me with your wondrous touch,
your vivid brightness, so anxious for you, for your pool
of pleasing paragraphs, swimming like a gleaming starfish
in your large and fluorescent aquarium, like an aquamarine,
I travel the royal blue seas of your handsomeness, learning
new things about you, soaking liquid lines of poetry.

Oh, how you melt me into the milkiest pieces of you,
my fever increasing, frantically shifting, reverberating
around in space, so many songs running through me,
all in unsynchronized forms, the way you make me sing
to your beat, how you shower me with immeasurable gifts,
how you make me feel like I’m on a cruise surrounded
by the tropical breeze, like an aquatic, playful, and streamlined
dolphin leaping high in the air, like a noble and blue-eyed
eagle flying in your eyesight, how I’m unable to keep
my cool around you, just wishing to lay on you in your
private room and cherish your swagger for all time.