1) It is a sad day when you are not inspired ( Read more... )

Regal in golden crown of crows and thorns, hush the crowd and endless sea, hush it into powder; Sweet jasmine smell of memories; second chance to keep the trees from collapsing. Green bursts and exposes all the critical parts. Anatomy and shimmer trails as wings burn in trumpet grails. Glory, glory, all is fortified in the lied; settled war, all ( Read more... )

Why is his sadness so penetrating?

Dark blue melody acting like a surgeon.

His orange juice seems so much like a substitution for a conversation.

What would I say to him?

A pen full of night spilling stars can’t seem to find a tongue.

When his eyes catch me looking across this greasy spoon,

I find a way to deny that I am looking.

No Judge would ever ( Read more... )

“When the stars are too tired to shine…”

Words have become the smoke that veils your mouth.
The smoke becomes a cloud in the cool air.
Our voices are only sounds.
Each becoming its own parallel monologue
Of unlocked tongues.
The clock warns us that this chapter
Is approaching the double bar line.
We kiss 
skins explode with meaning.
Your footfalls are the ( Read more... )

The fallout shelter sign is dripping neon on the sidewalk.

While, the distorted man writes love letters

In crackles and pentatonic scales.

The love letters are to the bars

and the old warehouses that are pregnant with them.

The bars and the warehouses cry out

With the horns of the traffic

And the drunken girls passing by.

The distorted man writes and ( Read more... )

Rockets all phosphorus like a guitar feeding back on rocket fuel and American dreams.

Its all flashbangpopscreentelevision out here in the

wild witnessing west where wants wait with water weight.

If you can get your fix get, otherwise don’t mistake me for a repair man.

I ain’t no sheriff neither so don’t get all uppity and shards of beerglass about it ( Read more... )

It’s 8 in the mornin

And the rain clouds are being sunburned by all these late to work headlights.

I met a woman around here with face full of potholes,

who you were always afraid that if you listen to long

you’d end up as flat as a comic book page.

She told me that God used to live around here.

I laughed harder than a drunken grandmother.

Told her she ( Read more... )

Does this skin relate to any other?

Oh, very much so my friend.

It is like blue becoming green through brushstrokes.

Not the green of economies or mucus,

It is more like the green of spring,

overturning the judgments of winter.

We always need new appraisals for our hearts.

If you walk with honor and dusty humblebees

They will find that your noises are ( Read more... )

How much more of the world do you have to dream before you realize its already the future and you are awake? Eyes become so brittle in the light of beauty and so much swells up from within like a string section when a film wants you to cry that you can't help but shed a tear for how happy you are to be shining in the moonlight of tomorrow ( Read more... )

A little bit of innocence

We used to play in fields

With toy cars

Dream of superpowers

When we were shorter

Everything was so much larger than life.

The summers were free

You could survive on only candy

And toil was so far away from our minds

When we were shorter

Everything was so much larger than life.

Giants of steel roamed the streets

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