for whatever reason..

do

whatever

the

fuck

you

want.

a letter to my pen-pal!

so every blind is a world,

every world is a sea,

every screw is a nail,

every bird is a bee...

every letter is written,

every number escapes,

every wood is a toothpick,

every spot is a place....

every color is blue,

every day is a night,

every weapon is warm,

every muscle is tight...

every feeling is dead,

all the dead are alive,

and temptations are solid

when the shadows can drive...

and the earth is held up

by two axis of eyes

and it bleeds from our noses

and turns, as we try

and our songs and our rules

and our judgements and tastes-

welll the truth is the light, but the saying's a waste-

it all moves,

the sun flame

lights on life as ironic,

and the world as a game

encouragement for the bold at heart

nothing can forsake the

irresistible stream of time..

the blinds are open now for quiet mornings,

morning glories,

silent streams and beams of borings,

things and quarries,

carving out the caves,

getting trapped in your own mind...

and when you find yourself,

feeling what you've felt,

then take your folded fiber, quiet soft survivors,

and cut them out with spiders,

sharpened tools will do the trick...

feeling sore and feeling sick...

they walk out slowly, ghosts and liars, moisture driers,

feeling for the fallen past..

futures formed, the futures last,

they've fallen down, and fallen blind,

are lost and far behind....

so put it simply, said so limply,

soap and swallows swell the psalms;

so save some time, corrupt your prime,

and pollen all you palms;

for when the dusk has settled yet,

and knowing's all you know,

then when you go, and if you grow,

you'll loose and leave your binds.

...

.

!

disasociation

empty cities, useless words,

built up in ethers, sensless voids;

heart-felt sorrows, blistered sadness,

scarred and swallowed, well-thought madness...

after cloudless, bending rights

a flame-less fire, and starless nights,

well read, well spoken, straight edged and poised,

ignore the sounds, ignore the noise...

converse to motions,

patterns, potions,

pour it out into the ocean,

dogs and cats,

return their souls..

"we will save you!" screams the 'witness'

skin-thick bones, are wet with fitness,

running, waiting, for their graves,

a solemn tale, an even trade...

A solid pile of sweet crescendos,

a slightly pungent innuendo,

a hint, a wink, a well placed nudge,

a naughty smile, a saint is judged.

New moon, new ways, and everything seems to be falling in place...

the books were written backwards,

upside down in cursive letters,

words and pages

woven softly into songs.

I promise to never let you go,

weathering my soul,

and I'll line the windowsills

every morning with glass bottles...

even though with

every night

they grow dusty, burnt and old...

our fathers were washed with our mothers,

uncles, daughters, sisters, brothers,

and every time they smiled and waved,

we cut the ties,

to put them in their place.

But what do I know?

I am young and untouched

and i'm slowly learning backwards,

reading books

and songs

to send me on my way.

getting lost in my own mind

you smile, and i shudder
slowly melting away with every breath...
with every breath i take
i breathe you in,
your sin,
your scent, your touch,
your skin
which i might take, to borrow, or not
and i'm really not sure,
what i gave i forgot
and my heart is in knots
cause i know that i'll leave you
and my heart will be sore
cause i know i can't see you
and as much as i want you
to slip in my skin,
i know that i can't ever listen again,
and i know i'm much older, and colder, and sore
and heartbroken and boring and lively and more
than you ever will know
though it does go to show
we all will grow up, we all will grow old...
and we all must each go on our own separate ways
though i wish we could laugh, and i wish we could stay
not this same way forever,
but for longer each day
and it's crazy, you change me,
in every new way
but i'm heartbroken
on silence
that never was spoken
and on making decisions
that were usually broken
and i put much more soul
and heart into this
and all that you did
was give me a kiss
on the cheek, just last week,
we were happier then
and happiness measures the love that comes in
and love comes in stages,
salutes, stairs and hair pins
and i just hope that someday,
i can see you again.

slipping between ethers

can anybody hear this?

words whispered, slipped out

and strangled, kicked out and mangled,

forgotten, tangled

in with all the rest

and all the best of propositions,

missed positions,

soldered knots and

whiskered kittens,

rising bread and

setting suns...

can anybody listen now,

to worlds unspoken?

silence, broken?

a drop, a pearl,

and ashes, smoking?

speak with your hands?

speak unto lands?

share thoughts and songs

and smiles, and pants?

I guess it's hard

to sit together,

when every cloud is

dangerous weather,

when every man

stares at your back,

and every one

might just attack

and sear your gold

and steal your time

where words

and worlds

are sewn with pride