this is a collaborative
the paint runs freely
I won't tell you what to say

I'll bring you my fruition
of the fermentation
of the pulling apart
the space between
gossamer webs
intertwined

Drops of dew on a spider's web
the slopes of mountains
the curl of waves
ocean, sound, light
petals
flowers unfurling
it's alright
let yours roll into mine

Your voice is an echo
You know you've been here before
Turn around
and draw circles in the ground
surround

I'll hold you as long as you feel
release the speech
no need of thee
I don't want to see
turn out the lights
I don't want to hear
turn out the lights

And then we are the sea
and the back and forth
underneath
is we

let us let us go

They told me I wasn't needed, so I left
breeze past closed doors, collar up
Into what was waiting.

The day fresh with light
like a wine glass beside candle's flame
still the sky kept out of sight,
looking at the ground.

Burning sensations like hunger
and my car still doesn't go in reverse
look both ways
and roll.

Accelerating still
again and again
I'm going home
after this.
no, after this..

Welcomes, blessings.
Tea is enjoyed.
Burning sensations...

Televisions always get the best of me,
i'm glad we went into the mountain.

Wine glass light
and the stones were waiting
when we came around that bend
to discover the flat tire that fixed itself where air used to be.

I was glad
and I think so was the child
the rock that popped the tire sparkled in the sun
and there was love in the cold

The man that came to the rescue wore a beard
and a zip up jump suit
grey.
Life spilling into red rimmed eyes
with a wrench.

Welcomes. Blessings.

His home sat on top of the hill like the lightest of stones.
The rain had pulled the roots through the earth
and showed trees how they were related.
It was a mess of natural.
Correctly out of place.

Tempered by elements
people and places
looking at looking is true seeing
mirrors in juxtapose breathe deep.
The view was there along with it
and then we were inside.

And then we were outside
but it was death dancing in it.

Destruction then!
Almighty chaos!
how serene we might seem from afar,
and we are,
but here, under the skin,
Burning Sensations!
and again going home.
and again finding it somewhere you hadn't left it.
And I was here the whole time.

Your breath will catch you.

watching smoke trails twist with the effect of my breath
as it gropes with the hopes tested by bass clefts
until it's there in the air destined never to rest
pumping like my chest
bumping with the best
it will rest in your hair and become a crest
there will never be more
nor ever will there be less
I saw your eyes through a door
and I have to confess
that fire flies could never compare
the fire cries
it will always be there
the fire cries
it will always be there

again void of sleep,
carried over parallel lines
by blues.
Our names are engraved in our
neighbor's guitar.
The Korean man likes ecstacy,
and we all love music
and food
and ***.
Just like our parents.
We pass a thousand sunflowers at their day jobs.
These hills remind me of home
and food
and ***.

Death saw my progress and smiled.
I try not to shape the darkness behind my eyes, but sometimes those pearly whites
Like tombstones shine under moonlight.

I remember the young dog on the road.
He wasn’t strong enough to support our convenience
And his weakness leaked from his mouth and nose
Adding a savory flare to the grey gravel road.
He was burried under an apple tree
And my tears were taken aback
When I looked up to see
Death
Smiling in an apple blossom.

The sorcerer scrtaches his head when his attempts at necromancy sprout roses from the skulls of skeletal corpses. Sometimes success is not as envisioned.

Pull back the curtains
so that the light might mingle with the
dust
Let it soak this room
Ghosts lay strewn
through its matrix
under white sheets of seconds.
Tangled elsewhere cries a man
who dreams in shapes and color
and wakes to darkness
and the comfortable throb
of his phallis
But it is his heart that beats
His tears are made of
illusions
Covered in white sheets of seconds.