Eventually the warm sun
Must go away, rolling
Beyond horizon’s end.
Eventually it beams,
Rising like memories
Seem to do, endlessly.
Smelled like ketamine,
Perhaps unity never
Never have I swayed so far to the left that
I forgot how blink when the light smashes into my eyes.
Ghosted, those pretty lights are like luminarias
Hinting at the memory, I am a child
Through the night. Again I’ll glow, again I’ll stay.
Only when I trip on myself, intoxicated,
Will you come for me, laughing. You’ll hold me up
Like you always do.
There again, chalk to concrete
Where impermanent ideas lie in defeat.
It’s a scar to be ignored, beautiful whore
Has work and fans calling for an encore.
Frost and sounds that crunch under my toes
Make me want to breathe harder, it
Makes me want to move with the rush of
An ocean begging to crash into another.
I’m trasparent as glass chilled over,
I’m tired as the slush by the trickling stream,
I’m calm as the ripples in the hot-springs.
Further out and in, I could be the depths
Much like sea canyons, so blue and
More true to the tone than one could feel.
A reason to run, I am the fallen snow.
Step by step, each stair adds blackness
To the bottom of your whool socks.
The tips of your fingers touch the brick walls
Though your eyes feel the crestfallen moon.
Star by star, each is but a speck
To be understood like sprinkling-rain.
The sky is stained and my mind is too,
Though your eyes are all I want to remember.
My thought-stream is going off the cliff-side
Misted and crashing into a rocky bottom with a
Rainbow, a farewell.
Ripples spread out before the trees
And you’d think it serene.
Bass scraping up against nostalgia, play
The Gameboy and Dubstep while
The melodies overplay, Pokemon are all blue
And it’s time again to say “I choose you!”
Wub-Wub play that Dub again and again
While A-B-B-A-B-B-B gives you another power-up!
It’s a race to win, it’s a race to beat the game
Before the battery dies again—Gotta steal
Those AA’s from the Tv remote.
Yoshi, jump! Thump-thump-thump
And here comes the switch up; pause.
Crash! Like glitter the synth is on a flitter, on
A roll—Rush to win back the princess, Peach!
The center of your eyes: black-licorice candy,
And it lights me up with kerosene and brandy.
Consumed by chance, that you could find me:
It is something of a miner’s luck with a canary.
Polished off, I am but pottery collecting flowery
Words and letting them die inside, repeatedly.
But your gaze tastes just as good as every
Oh-so-sinuously sweet-dipped memory.
We were the sitting skeletons
Playing spin the soul in the bottle.
I have been seated on this plank
With twisted rope tied to twisting
Branches, I write ‘til my bones
Feel Monday and Monday again.
And what rattles your core
Only whistles through my
Ribs, and erodes my crown.
I’d call it bluegrass gold.
I’d call it the Dickens cold.
I’d call it Mr. Allen Poe-ed.
I dreamed of watermarked cities
Where the children who live inside us
Begged for skulls that float like balloons.
I blew out the candles that only feel fire
When I feel fear, and that night, I was
Afraid of killing off the only innocence
I ever knew.
The buildings that scraped gashes into the sky
Began to bleed and they fell into its sewers,
All of the stars came pouring in and we were
Swimming with my eyes closed, the cosmos
Filled my lungs and I didn’t want to breathe.
I didn’t want to come back. I was gone.
I loved the brick
How it reminds me of piggy-back rides
Up and down the streets
Once upon the city block,
I was outside
Myself. We were alone in our crowd
You sent yourself away.
W e ’ r e
Y e a r.
I think I saw the coasts, but twice,
I hope you float happily
Out at sea (I remind myself, times could be…
The veil of nighttime choice, a
In the tunnel where the city
Installed rainbow lights—it smells of piss
I see litter.
My frigid fingers
Slide across the cracked glass
Of my cell phone screen,
Sending some lovely words
But I know I won’t
Get a reply.
Get the message?