some new and real old work... from the same notebook
1.
Decaf love that doesnt keep you up all night...
So lonesome,
Watered down
With hopes that shots of happiness will slip in soon.
Like syrup in my veins.
I give you permission to milk love from me.
Since im not custom to giving it freely.
Drink up my sorrow and teach me to love you as chai.
~1/26/04
2.
Buddha sits in silence
Watching me mourn my mortal core
Trapped in flesh
Fishnetted to earth trodden humanity
Environmentally aware and concerned
I daze here
An ozone inhaler insect I brew
Stitch oceans to land
Ill be the seam
Green jade perkiness looks up
As if I was an accent
A bonus to the planet
Potential in an itchy sweater
Sewer swimmer, drinker, thinker
Writers make up the highest percent of the depressed
But no change was ever made by a pussyfoot.
~?
3. Behavior Risk Surveillance System
Filtering through my mind mix to an actuality of the day,
neurons murmur what my conscious missed as I drift.
My eternal internal likes to sneak, stick and play.
Nightmares and wanderings tend not to fade away.
Projected on my skull-walls shadows stalk and hiss
filtering through my mind mix to an actuality of the day.
My brain organizes bits of you for my Temporal display
and you wink at me through a blood boiling mist.
My eternal internal likes to sneak, stick and play.
Deflated breaths in a corner; a rhythmic sob and sway,
Confusion on flesh hot and pink, a mess of kiss and fist,
filtering through my mind mix to an actuality of the day.
Stack thick skins, fight to façade, pray sanity stays.
Hide from welt words melting the brain stem’s steadiest.
My eternal internal likes to sneak, stick and play.
In the sub of me, my divide and terrain, there’s little fray.
Leaving things cut and collaged together - cerebral cortex gist-
filtering through my mind mix to an actuality of the day.
My eternal internal likes to sneak, stick and play.
Decaf love that doesnt keep you up all night...
So lonesome,
Watered down
With hopes that shots of happiness will slip in soon.
Like syrup in my veins.
I give you permission to milk love from me.
Since im not custom to giving it freely.
Drink up my sorrow and teach me to love you as chai.
~1/26/04
2.
Buddha sits in silence
Watching me mourn my mortal core
Trapped in flesh
Fishnetted to earth trodden humanity
Environmentally aware and concerned
I daze here
An ozone inhaler insect I brew
Stitch oceans to land
Ill be the seam
Green jade perkiness looks up
As if I was an accent
A bonus to the planet
Potential in an itchy sweater
Sewer swimmer, drinker, thinker
Writers make up the highest percent of the depressed
But no change was ever made by a pussyfoot.
~?
3. Behavior Risk Surveillance System
Filtering through my mind mix to an actuality of the day,
neurons murmur what my conscious missed as I drift.
My eternal internal likes to sneak, stick and play.
Nightmares and wanderings tend not to fade away.
Projected on my skull-walls shadows stalk and hiss
filtering through my mind mix to an actuality of the day.
My brain organizes bits of you for my Temporal display
and you wink at me through a blood boiling mist.
My eternal internal likes to sneak, stick and play.
Deflated breaths in a corner; a rhythmic sob and sway,
Confusion on flesh hot and pink, a mess of kiss and fist,
filtering through my mind mix to an actuality of the day.
Stack thick skins, fight to façade, pray sanity stays.
Hide from welt words melting the brain stem’s steadiest.
My eternal internal likes to sneak, stick and play.
In the sub of me, my divide and terrain, there’s little fray.
Leaving things cut and collaged together - cerebral cortex gist-
filtering through my mind mix to an actuality of the day.
My eternal internal likes to sneak, stick and play.