a look to the right (a moment)

she had thrown flowers out the window
the dreams in which she'd sleep
all along the highway
comfort fitting in with me.
the lines of sad that had enjoyed
time on her soft skin
forgotten in her slumber
this moment here-in.

(i'd keep you here forever)
(never let go this second)
(keep driving with the sunlight)
(just above the horizon)

living under kinetic entropy.

go ahead and vent.
that fire is smothered by misdeeds,
past and present
wrought by your hands.
you made youself this trustless sacralige
to who you are
through your own aneurysm.
and to whom do you carry out this hegemony?
this contagion of distrust?
only whom should be held highest.
only that which gives the heart bliss.
and you cannot do this.
it's ugly and moronic and foolish.
all of which you are not.

the moron revealed

the idiot raised his hand
as he could for once see his folly
that he'd not given precident
to with whom he was dealing
and that it was he
who built a sand castle of distrust
and 'twas his own becoming
to keep on fighting
and quit acting
like an idiot.

for fights sake.

he carried the box as though it were a burden
until he figured out it was lighter then air
attempted to harness it's floating quality
and tied it to him for the lifting
and it was only then that he realised
at the start of the sinking
that this was something to be carried
as it's loft was merely there in the caring
complete and without a second forgotten
this thing so precious
he'd not let it be disarmed.

the last day

the sun has set
it's rising is all complete
it's tired now
and demands sleep.

now that the stars are out forever
and all i can do is dream
about how the world looked
splashed in light
there isn't reason to be.

(it doesn't matter what you know)
(only what you think)

the quadra-ped.

wasn't asleep
but must've been
looked at my feet
back at this square again
the one where i wear no skin
the sinew exposed
these muscles all thinned
eyes somewhat crossed
head all aswim
the things i should have done
and didn't know i did.

pauper,
oh piper,
won't you let me in?
i've forgotten my papers
and the storm's coming.
i've lost my wafer
and the wine is kicking in
if you leave me out here
there's not a way to live.

isn't dying like emacipating?

heaving high his fistfuls
the things he needs to be
the quashed assimilation
of beauty
of the queen

will i be forgotten?
and will words drain the day
were you all so knotted
you took that hope away?

keeping his mouth shut
turning the words off
breaking the contracts
still somewhat intact
on the outside it looks that
he might almost make it

(but the insides feel empty)
(the ears ring without)
(wholly unwilling)
(to live through the drought)

i'm off to gitmo, giddy i, giddy o.

everything's not everything
a noose in all this light
nothing said
could say a thing
and nothing here is right

the backwards all look towards
the forwards that were spake
the clover that was leafless
the lies that were all fake


all the truth is tarnished
and the facts are not the same
but here is my completion
a terrorist again.

closer being further away

the leaves are all changing
and my heart stays the same
a need for that buzzing
to be near again
for summer inside
in the autumn winds.

State Insurance Compensation Fund

the string you have me on
is only sooo long
only sooo wrong
and it'll be cut
after i'm done
being gone.

far over Rennes, just opportunity

just behind awake
where monarchs like to sit
where unicorns exist
(and distance does not)
i make plain my intentions
shrug off past dispositions
and make all preparations
for this wonderful life.