on the water
i’m the tallest
eight feet above land
twelve feet under
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
on the water
i’m the tallest
eight feet above land
twelve feet under
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
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.
never a dull moment
words all frozen
runnin’ from the moment
never wanted to be your opponent.
but here we are;
windows wide open
fear holding the keys-
back when we were smokin’
loud world at ease- please
such a simple notion
being overseas
copin’ with a potion.
nothing but a busboy
singin’ sad songs on the arroyo
just need to be the best boy
shoyo
roots in a field of buds
horns with blood
weep for their sisters
until next spring
the next bounce
the next bloom
we started as a gift
lying cheating killing
all before the night shift
wasn’t it so fulfilling
willing to go
millions to the bank
leave the millions on the street
to fend for a penny
so gather around for the show
they roll around in tax tanks
they never miss a beat
n that’s on twenty
i kept typing ‘i’
that’s how we got here in the first place
ignoring our neighbors,
seeing- but not listening
now they see the burning
yet
it’s always been on fire
not just for i
but for all
i know what took you
it’s the same poison
hurricane
demon
that lives in me
departed and took you
i wish i could have been there
to duo that beast.
find me again,
in the next
so we can dance another night,
i know,
that wasn’t your last
it is here
we saw it:
cross over the moon
bleeding dune
two shots and your out too,
just another color spectrum
close your eyes and they’ll still select
us; they said they’re mature
after we endured
and we were reassured
it was their bag secured-
will remember this
as a failure:
launch pad in ruin
too soon to tune in
to early to call it
deaf dial tone
empty lyrics