I can’t see through owl eyes.

Twenty twenty didn’t prepare me

for chaos filled parks and high

seated ball games.
I can’t breathe up here. The oxygen

is ripped from my lungs like our youth.

I cant pretend to understand the complexity

the labyrinth 
you refer to as

‘you should just know’.

Featuring The Spectacul-
Slight storm tickled our roof

sending it to the fans like

Mutombo. Rim shattered
watching the family dog

ripped from a warm towel

into swirling abyss deemed
executioner. Beast had no eyes

only a demeanor.

Featuring The Spectacular 
fate has come too

pull two more.

flakes brushed against our bare

shoulders as we danced. Her dress

glazed the icy floor turning

from crystal blue to
sangria purple. Her cheek

bone lined her arm

outstretched swinging

with musical pace. Time
ceased and the sky slept and

the moon applauded our efforts.

The life around paused to watch

the snow flakes fall around her grace.

You were the first of triple

to land on snake eyes.

Bow out, crapped out, cashed out

the oak table is cold to the eyes
and touch. The second stumbled

from the dice rolling seven

enough to win. The dice 

are cold in his hands
but he must keep rolling-

for the third watching

on his left. Before he

must roll on his own.

The goal wasn’t always red.

Blood washed rewards,

dripping palms, oh lord have I sinned.

Those chains held me down

 

but now I’m free. I’ll let

these hands drip, I might wash

them tomorrow. I wouldn’t

count on it, I need this red

 

and I wear it like a wedding ring.

The goal use to be blue but then

the steel fell. I buried myself

on that lone night only to wake,

 

seeing red.

I’m not alone.

These eyes see worlds only

in photos. Photos

I watched captured
in the back of our mind.

Will hold hands, cry

together on shared shoulders

for our lost mother. 
Will travel these eights roads

marching side by side

hands in our.

We are not alone.
~Till next time. S8

I don’t love for lukewarm.
I stare for the steam to be raising from the pot whistling my name.

If it doesn’t whistle it’s not for you.

The whistle is how I know it will burn. Don’t conform

Wait for the storm 

and you’ll be reborn.

The slight breath of a timid one will settle

while we catch the perfect storm.

Don’t kid yourself they belong to you

They’re the start of a coming race…

~David Bowie

Make way for

the Homo Superior. Greet

the new slab every decade;

they are our king. 
They walk the same

talk, sing, fuck like you,

yet, we’re on the ground

and they’re in space.
Putting moon shine

in a jar and holding it

high as the past.

Homo Sapiens outgrown their use.
Take our leave peacefully

onto the next

written in awe

we’ve finished our news.
R.I.P. ~

Shivering on a warm night

signal it’s time to escape.

Run where the cold still suprises you
lights dim to your will instead

of oppression.

Find me. Find me standing
under this light I power

with my will and I’ll share it

with you. Just be brave to leave
the shivering heat.

We followed your clay

as boys and girls on a crowded moon.

We came for the cheese and left

with your dream.

 

I can finally see through your eyes

weary and dreamy

looking for your love.

As you rest

 

know this, I’ll save this

Provolone through my final

days for my love,

my future Grommet.

 

RIP, Thank you for the wonderful tale.