the wind blew twiceon the note of a placental deflection,More Like This
our sensors encountered a level-10 distention,
its latticeworked parhelia carrying us to another dimension.
up above its lights we sighed,
our cardinal flight would sail the sky,
cackling crackling lightning; the time was nigh.
today i learned that fingernails have taste,
savoring the fascination of your newborn face,
knowing you would spread all through the human race.
the spiritual awakening was nice,
coming out as far more than just a roll of the dice,
forged with gold like it was grains of rice.
who knew bradycardia was a word,
who knew postulation was a verb,
who smelled sandhills this absurd,
who knew we were urinating on a bird? o_o
loneliness is when nobody can tell you the endingthinking of one of those timesMore Like This
that i could swear the days were repeating
until we got it right
thought to myself:
if only i had the ability to laugh at myself
i'd have put "i've got you babe" on my alarm every day
listening to it and crying just now
trying to smile, but it only brings more tears
so afraid i'll never be able to sing things like that with you again
wishing so hard i could tell you i stayed happy during this blip in time
but i know so little about the world, and so many people have left me
how can i know for sure i'll ever see you again?
wish someone wise was around to tell me, but do "wise people" even really exist?
blue skiesshivering spine bonded with twineMore Like This
no visage in sight but thine divine
yet to shine so merrily upon this cline
present forsaken, rent and bent undefined
posthumously, eclectically, didactically strip-mined
tranquil escapades naught perchance to dine
treading stardust breaking wake over lines
supernovae exact a cosmic fine
stars glowing and bubbles blowing
bubbling smiling with grand foreboding
soulless apricot we're truly showing
spices ebbing and parsimony flowing
sweet as a plum and surely growing
dashed with ash, met this smash outmoding
yet none at night would hear the waterfalls crowing
energy matrix betwixt with remission
lightly-salted royal five star submission
within cerebral oceans chased with perdition
tis only tradition to be a healthy tactician
yet through this condition, laced with contrition
lets forth to the skies a stolid petition
"face me" unto the skies would wreck
with leave to cut down a gosling's neck
menace me slyly for i am heck
and into my bowels i would direct
Money IdolatryBrace yourself!More Like This
Everything you mean! Is based on a penny!
DON'T HATE! YOURSELF!
From beginning to end you will war with those who spite and spend!
Stand! To no conviction!
Believe in yourself and hold onto your guns no matter what they say!
Trust! No other!
Unless they have something worthwhile to teach!
They cast it as a sin since the beginning of time now do you still wonder why they have NO SPINE?
NO JUSTIFICATION! No explanation of why you do this and that! This and that! This and that!
Walk alone in the world! But leave no shadow!
Paradise! Exists aslong as you think we're connected only on segregation and fucking materialistic accountacy!
Don't deny! You are something special and more no one can clean your doorway, maintain your boundaries!
We walk! Alone! Different and divided, forever transpiring, this loop and distortion in fabricacy!
Heed yourself! I must go further than I did yesterday! My only competition is me!
UNDERSTAND! You live in a WORLD OF DELINQUENT E
The LedgeI sat down on the ledge next to Self. Concrete radiating the warmth of the day’s sun as dusk approached. I hesitated to look down. I never did like heights. I couldn’t help but think how beautiful the city looked at this time of day – lights just beginning to come on – city just beginning its transformation from work to the few hours of freedom we were given each day.More Like This
Self looked across the horizon with a distant look in his eyes and said quietly, “Do you believe in life after death?” It seemed more a rhetorical question than one in which he expected an answer.
“Why do you ask, Self?” As good a place to start as any, because I already knew Self’s answer.
Self paused for a long time. I could feel the heaviness in the air. The dense evening air approaching like the dark that seems to follow us all at times. “Well, I just wonder what’s the point of going on.” Self choked back a lump in his throat, a tear in his eye.
The List“You think you’re SO smart!” Self blurted unexpectedly. “You think YOU know the truth!?” Eyes widened as words bit. Intention noted.More Like This
I took a deep breath. Suppressed the words which came to my mind initially, and paused, staring into what seemed a mirror. I responded with a simple, “No.”
Self’s chest rose and fell quickly. Breath stuttered in short gasps. Struggling just to speak. “You told me things would get better! Told me to keep on! That I would find a place where I belong! That I would start a new life.” Self took a deep breath. “You told me it would all be worth it…” His voice trailed off. Head bowed, he whispered, “You told me I would finally be loved.”
I listened intently, trying to focus on the message, the raw emotion, the anger.
“You lied!” Self spat.
Not bothering to look up, he removed a folded sheet of paper from his pocket. Scanned its words slowly. Bitterly. Disbelief