January on the Left Coast
Inspirations waxes liker perspiration seeping through the pores after philosophical confrontations with creative believability
family roots tangled at the shores of left coast blues bars, leaving the magical kingdom too trivial to pursue
Apartments eat artists alive through the night gnashing their teeth at visions of abandoned windowsill fornication leading to the release of master elations
Opinions carved into chests, defacing the appearance of reckless abandon
Adrenaline fueling subjective fashion held forever in tricolor captivity
Mexican buddahs in yawning ceiling hums that blanket the floor
Fairytale doorways alone on linoleum platforms invite enticing eyes to partake of wood grain delusions
Open doors channel past pockets poets adding to dissatisfaction connections beneath the old moldy conductors thru synapses speaking in desperation of moonless nights
We never have our shit together
so much for birds of a feather
secrets scribbled inside locker doors and down pale hallways
Filled with the shimmer of possibility
The road never stops so obviously desperate to prove we are not lost I keep moving to remember that a rolling stone gathers not moss
Spiting broken teeth into crowds, a harlequin clown asks for the time but my hands are stuck in clocks and calendars
Gentlemen slip me five spots in back alleys to show them where fire burns
But we breathe the kinds you breaths you breathe with your lips to cool your insides
The universe talkso me in soft translucent whispers in my sleeping ears
A thousand fingers are stuck in my eye but a fool looks at the finger that points to the sky
family roots tangled at the shores of left coast blues bars, leaving the magical kingdom too trivial to pursue
Apartments eat artists alive through the night gnashing their teeth at visions of abandoned windowsill fornication leading to the release of master elations
Opinions carved into chests, defacing the appearance of reckless abandon
Adrenaline fueling subjective fashion held forever in tricolor captivity
Mexican buddahs in yawning ceiling hums that blanket the floor
Fairytale doorways alone on linoleum platforms invite enticing eyes to partake of wood grain delusions
Open doors channel past pockets poets adding to dissatisfaction connections beneath the old moldy conductors thru synapses speaking in desperation of moonless nights
We never have our shit together
so much for birds of a feather
secrets scribbled inside locker doors and down pale hallways
Filled with the shimmer of possibility
The road never stops so obviously desperate to prove we are not lost I keep moving to remember that a rolling stone gathers not moss
Spiting broken teeth into crowds, a harlequin clown asks for the time but my hands are stuck in clocks and calendars
Gentlemen slip me five spots in back alleys to show them where fire burns
But we breathe the kinds you breaths you breathe with your lips to cool your insides
The universe talkso me in soft translucent whispers in my sleeping ears
A thousand fingers are stuck in my eye but a fool looks at the finger that points to the sky