Fragrant struck Sapphires

flush in guiding light

into Red mornings.

Carry the dream she told me.

Sapphire eyes begging for a chance

to plead for her dream

as a weeping baby.

We are the dream she told me.

Sapphire eyes carry into the light

holding sheets of future

looking for the next encore.

Following you

like Twitter

bird on your shoulder

free of the earth

stomping the patron

in the rear

down below

from the earth

waving goodbye.

Walter Black.

The box isn’t as you remember it.

Thirty years

Making the God’s pray

To something bigger

A deity of deities

The god of gods.

C4 the wall of what you know

Walter Black is here to grow grass.

Can you pass the ketchup?

Margin for error is slim

table is full

members that gather for that one day of the year

bring a bottle wine

wine and dine

sweet potato pie.

Can you pass the ketchup?

Margin for error is slim

table is gone

couch is full

the Boys lose again

America’s team

drink to forget

the crowd of people that gather for one day of the year.

Can you please just pass the fucking ketchup?

Reach higher

Think louder

Ignite the flame underneath

To reach the higher level

To reach the highest volume

To reach the 2nd floor and see the 3rd.

Demand the room.

I’m here to stay

for the night.

 

Fire by fire

the blinds deem me worthy

for singular applause

yet no encore

just cold beer and a hard exit.

Always check your corners.

They could be there without warning

ready to pounce

ready to strike

in a blink of the night

it begs for a kiss

on feral skin.

Shapeless and nameless

stalking like the king of the jungle

where will you go?

Fight or flight

fears will always find you.

Lack of information guides

Vaugeness

Into wild jungles

In the back of our skulls.

Filled maps detour through caverns

Of detailed records of our transactions

From the past.

The other path.

The jungle lives in the deepest part

Of your map;

The map left

Untouched.