paranoia

 

They’re replacing me. They found one world they want, now they’re collecting bits of me to emulate it. They are building their dreams from my eyes and closing new sights to me. There’s a mocha espresso with hazelnut where used to be my fingertips making electricity with your curls, singing slowly through your skull. There is a wide screen swinging plastic soldiers and control dead between our crazy mood fights, they are making angry that didn’t snap from my mind and vents I don’t fit in. They’re building canals with my tears and putting on a flow show to fascinate you as I dissolve a little faster. They’re making scents that hold whole conversations between us and only talk about themselves. They’re writing about my heart as if it is transplanted into their words and estranged from you and me. They are cutting my wild free bounty and planting weeds, they grow thick and green and call it survival. They are stretching my dead skin across their dead wood and pounding out heartbeats so much louder than mine. Then they build a stage and call me to compete. They keep moving you around and now whenever I look at the center of the universe, I see nothing, anything. Like you have been pulled out carefully wrapped in ginger bubbles and stowed away for special occasions. Their occasions just never seem to get special enough. I feel afraid. Regretful, sad, unsure, unavailable. I wonder if they feel the same, or if they succeeded in freezing who I used to be.

 

atmosphere

 

a steam pump and a city watch
smoke rising in whiffs and butts
watch the fire hydrants fly open
whims fluttering inside their watery hearts
watch as wars like peace are frittered
and fought
there is a volcanic need to dissipate
an outlet and discounted thought
there is a man in between
loud bagpipe nerves

 

ozone high

 

they are just babies
formless wind whistling
they are pure driven snowstorms
howling with their hands inside their eyes
rising against the land in eddies
slam stuck on each obstacle
steady voice unmissable
inch by inch ahead
ground to white dust
untouched diamond skin
cruel naked deathly cold
and fucking cute

 

of what is real

 

after deadly fear
did you know eternity exists
in a shell beyond elastic souls
where closed eyes bloom open
and creepers cut corners shyly
to be near love, touch hands
to flower green wicker walls
quiet satin bows
marked with laughing scars
flick secret worlds open
where blades of dust cut
a trail of scorch marks
light like tiny slivers
where sins absorb the moving blaze
stretch and glow

 

ringside

 

this river too shall be one tomorrow, written undone, with the claims of time, with the fearful hopeful revengeance theme, this tune shall be sung with a flute scraping on parchment to be a part of the ground it is unrobed upon, read write repeat feather and fortune shall flow like the sea, even waves crashing together, hungering victory courting defeat. But life but life don’t ask which way went deceit, but life without deceit, defraudery, boring beneath, stretches of time wet footprints loveseats a little to kill a little to eat there will be wires and lights faerie tales with bouncy stiffskirts there will be fun in this humanity there will be grand bloodlines and petty thieves everything i did and somethings that irked never say never yes come come come on and book your front row seats entertainment as always is wicked free