Gravity holding my feet I fall flat on the blacktop toppling over in a dream,
Sunken in a place of mindlessness
Forgetting the past opening up my arms to a new beginning in the glaring
gait,
The golden view,
Of fire,
The few desires i have left...
The young the youth in me has dried,
Shriveled, lied to and spit on
By the many,
Ages ago I would've given up
Today I extend a hand to the big blue sky and I say hold me
Take me to the clouds

Sewing the spiral depth
The halogram projected
Lapse time
Turning
Pixels to
Pixie
Dust
Into diamond

The Dogon
Gamble's away his
sand
In hopes of
Sound the sun rays
Of Saturn singing

Serpents tongue
Circulates the circumference
Of the circus
Sung circles
Sunken fertile land
Herbs in hand
The earth purges
Again
Again
And again
I am nervous
Hit with nerfs
Of the world
Shooting
Me down
I laugh
I dismay the smuck
And smog
Smuggled by singularity
Stiffened by ambiguity
Banging my head on the mirror
Of the river
I bleed red
In blue
Streams

Giant
Futile, no
Forever, yet
Few,
Find the feather
I flew over mind and
Let loose

My severed spine
has broken down into
bread and wine

No more drugs please
They only make me feel,
Mysterious or mummified,
I've confided in you,
And you told my secrets to the world,
My emotions were dimmed
And I was silenced,
By your ambiguity,
Giants who only crushed
My tiny soul,
And now,
I regret,
I ever met
You

Towering abode,
bottomless abyss,
remodeling the mode,
consolidate the mess...
Round about midnight,
the makers guild gathers it's
gizmos, and assemble
to discuss sound,
sweeping the soul of dormant dust

These are my favorite things,
taken to the pawn shop,
These are my favorite movies, books, and trinkets,
thrown in the dump,
and my favorite memories,
framed in plaques of wood and plastic,
Mary goes round merrily, making its way
round to take me to the moon,
and a Monday no longer mundane,
and the imperfections of my reflections,
worn around my mane
bejeweled