today is our debut
come over here
listen close
on your bare back—
i’ll blow your mind
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
today is our debut
come over here
listen close
on your bare back—
i’ll blow your mind
freedom isn’t caught in the frame
but by the taker
seeing, breathing, believing
by something moving
be a student
of your own class
never ditch or cheat
on yourself
we fucked
you came
i faked
something real
we weren’t wasted time
the clock never moved
never left that couch
up in the mountains-
cheap leather
fresh air
crunchy hair
skyline footwear.
i remember when
tomatoes used to taste good
seems like so long ago
when you made my mouth juicy
you are everything i love
& everything i hate-
such a strong word
more of despise
like when you order waffles
& get pancakes-
enjoy this
but i will remember how you treated me.
so now- only order something simple
eggs hash an some juice
(& to whoever is watching from above
you bring me pancakes i’ll trot walk heavenly stairs
to find you)
to those who scream:
you can’t control the outcome,
you’re right- it’s not the goal
but if we can start the day the right way
i like our chances
i don’t hate what you did
you can’t help it –
free swimmin’ being
comin’ into our lives just sightseeing
just to leave with a feeling
we’re just human beings.
i won’t hate
i understand
you stung me
& you fled away
we took the elevator to the top floor
sunny day, we came to play, in my arms till we’re all gray.
wondering how we got this high
in the middle of july
you beautiful monarch butterfly-
and than you were gone.
flew away too a city not far away.
i can’t cross that border
elevator out of order;
floor 99 these stairs are loud
95 the people form a crowd
92 i can’t remember how i got here
84 maybe i should just disappear
why the fuck is the elevator out of order
is this my disorder?
62 i wonder if the people that wrote Dexter realized it was bad
58 mj’s greatest hits and we start bad
i can hear the rain outside
droplets searing like cyanide
44 chest beating like a drum
than why do i feel so numb.
52 i can hear the sound of your voice
pretend that my words are from joyce
sit around sing clap an rejoice
66 here is good- i like here,
safe from the rain and the sun
nothing can touch me today
just the eye of a seer
when all is said and done
i don’t want to block the walkway
in the highest coop
waiting;
not for a court date
egg to hatch
or a the crosshair to bleed red,
for the wind to shift.
for the softest landing around our ankles,
it wasn’t a ruling
a spoiled omlet
or an assassination,
a request to breathe.
so we wait,
in this coop,
for the wind to shift.
it’s the nothing that scares me;
black voids
a space between nowhere
and a place that use to exist,
like a city forgotten by google maps
that place.
haunted by regret
sorrow
and a memory of existing,
it’s that place
that place keeps me up at night-
once littered with treasure
stripped clean like a harvest.