we live life out of exceptions,
find me in the footnotes,
never check the disclaimer,
it’s better to never know

Welcome to the dream world, we are thinking of different things, in big spaces, in small wishes,
Welcome to the underground, sprinkle some fairy dust and watch your hopes abound,
Place a statue here and blink twice,
In the lurch of time, only they will know,
Our place among the stars, the constellation that shines down below,
And if you hold onto it hard enough,
You might catch a ride on the happily ever after,
When the mirage comet arrives.

Interesting, how the river bends into beds that shimmer iridescent,
A clarity that withers into vibrations, 
Until you convalesce from convulsions, 
You will find a diatribe of rebuke, challenging your memory,
It blurs into truth, if you squint hard enough,
There is a kernel that sits there, a pearl at the bottom of the ocean,
But it takes too much breathing to get to the surface,
Stay out of the limelight, before the sun bleaches you down into nothing,
Oysters will grieve,
Don’t cut yourself on the shell.

love of the times…
just flying by

it was such an absent daydream
the way these ghosts swallow us

i was rocking comets —
taking thousands of miles into my own hands,
drifting towards a destination i couldn’t quite name,
a sprinkler of stars to get me there,
a promise on the tip of my tongue,
i will know who you are,
i knew you once.

I was thinking of crazy things —

I was thinking of crazy things —
it was a soft dream,
i didn’t know any better,
that life’s strangeness was a seed,
pouring showers of possibilities onto me,
i gained torrential that day,
harps and a song that did more than sway,
and maybe the world sprung just a bit forward that day.

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dancing in between
back and forth
like chinese jump rope
a limbo you are trying to glide under
and not scrape your knees

recess is made of so many lines
the line to get outside
the line to get back in
red rover red rover
the up and downs of the see-saws
drawing with chalk
the future hopscotch

boundaries that we now play with
before you had to respect

the integrity of the game is at stake
don’t jump the gun just yet

in the middle of a volcano,
you might find,
rivers of diamonds, rusted rubies too,
lava too cold to touch,
if life is ashes, love is dust,
down in the clouds,
we ache like water

A stroke in the night,
A splintering of the heart,
It was four in the morning,
But the sun already fell apart,
High past noon — 
You told me you would be here soon,
3pm and the moon stopped by,
Asked where you were, 
And I couldn’t offer anything but lies,
Eight in the evening,
Spilled into insanity,
By the cusp of midnight,
I was as healthy as I could ever be.

touch
touch
touch —
ache and don’t resuscitate
lost boys without a clue
of who they are or
what to do
strumming chaos through chewed fingernails
a ballad violence couldn’t bare.

a labyrinth. a maze. twists and turns and paths that won’t illuminate. spun into spools, threads that disorient. eye of the needle but i know only pinpricks. fog shines clearer than the future. i rather sink into the soil than dare take a step.