on oceans still floating

the easy way down to the shore
has no more bumps then your usual road
no more breaks then the normal tide
and no more reasons for me to hide.

last song driving.

minds to whole up
divvy out and reckon forth
reprogramming miscellany
introverses and EXIST ence.
write whole the prophet
self is the sayer
dancing on imaginations finger
this twirling lover
a thousand drops a second
and seconds = hours
and fixing yr fever
oh this lovers miser
awake again
dreaming
alive once more
and screaming
faulting the favor, a vice for the victor
hearts can soar without these wings
or the felonies that bind
another twisted fairytale
another right mind.

(do not awake the demons)
(do not be made a slave)
(if this moment is forever)
(then with you i think i'll stay)
(a flock of butterflies come to your bedside)
(a handsome riddle to fill your ear's eye.)

in front of a flood.

kissed closed the envelope
slick residue all beneath
whom he'd give this to
another session of acupuncture
a second escaped the coveted lips
the waking life
that always insists existence
otherwise.
otherwise.
otherlives.
different mothers
different eyes
can jump canyons,
mark themselves suitors
and whisper secrets through closed mouths
a finger to the sky.

if only the holding
did not require end
there'd be no more questions
to worry to be in
just limbs full of body
jasmine and honeysuckle insides
warm for the fitting
warm for the light.

(i believe in magic)
(if you do it just right)
(something out of nothing)
(hope without a chance)

cast loose the vigil
candle in the window
he's coming home again.

just be happy.

ran around the world backwards
hoping it's spinning would follow
so head could still itself
and throat could swallow
all these impurities in the system
all these ditches for digging

make the trek past the worms
and to the point you finally learn
you must fix the disaster
'fore it is ever
and not spend a second
in this stopped traversal
this moment that's never over
ripping 'part the clover
not making now better.

let us not forget.

it's not the moments we can't handle,
those broken seconds of dischord and atrophy,
where traversing the globe becomes unneeded;
it's the ones where breath reaches neck
where we fall inside our steps
more then appreciative and direct
of what is here.
how it's held.
when is now.
(he'd fall on that steeple)
(just to be with you)
(he'd break both his ankles)
(just to walk beside you)

and then i woke up.

breath on my neck
a comfortable solution
to the hands 'round my back
keeping me in
this dream that i have
where everything works
and the time doesn't sap
interest from hearts
and distance is no scab
in this better place
and merely impatient
for bigger things.

light bends.

i can pass through shadows
reach out and grab
but come up empty
and still in my ear
this angel sings
and hearts all a-quiver
eyes paste themselves shut
and dreams fling through
the dissolved reality
to something
some future everything
worth holding out both hands for
and waiting.

all both of you.

it's only one hundred and fifty six billionths of a second more
it's only perception of time with those for whom i care
and i can think of no one i'd more
like to be there
then you two
whittling away that fraction of a moment
all smiles and laughs
all the love i have.

toady

you should have invested heavily in caligraphy
then the wiping would have nicely erased the deed
sand and a sword and the beastly seed
of man's unraised hand shielding eyes
from epiphany
for everything ends and begins instantly
to wait for a moment is waiting eternally
a gasp of the air that escaped you bitterly
to not be afraid to live infinitely.

he'd take your hand.

he doesn't deserve to know you
not after all he's put you through
and still his heart gets in the way
as it thinks it knows what's best
how to keep smiles around
and salvage what is left
and he'd follow
given any chance
to make amends
(though he doesn't know how he can)

off the bridge.

couldn't explain whats wrong with me
no matter the effort put in
because words do not describe this feeling
this sleepless sickness
these unflowering orchids
chewed up all the poison
and is thinking of dreaming
without any screaming
or eyes full of hating
or wrongs to filet him
stupid as he is
stupid as he is
for being this person.

disingeniousmonstrositiesofallthesethingshesdonetohe

all the right wrongs to never be done
all the ears ringing to bleed out the mouth
staples still stinging, the heathen has sung
finds just enough minutes to be here again
theres something it'd wish for
if only it knew
the docile
imbecile
buckshot in his toe
a moment
this moment
before it all goes
wasted on rotten
and all there is in
these seconds that beating
his heart half to death
wakes something forgotten
just like it'd said
live long
or prosper
or be you again.

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.