Back Pocket Hymns

I am with no breeze
The leaves shake the tree to make me believe
Is it really just cells
Bars upon bars living within a yell
The words flirted so casual
Lots of chip with a side dish
An itch in a our arm hair
A twitch touching loose stares
A lively hare trotting up fine stairs
Windows oh so many windows For the glare to pass over
For the screen to crack and expose us
For the prints to overlay
For the glass to shine toward us
And only us
The light brightens the mind
Makes us develop signs and the past
Makes me think fast when it creeps through the surfaces
Quick like a flip a few ways
skinny dip kool whip
I wish I had a decision to make but it all falls on flat earth
The change makes you sing
The brief tones the fake bones
The mornings after always being stoned
I yearn to be yolk
I wax on with the old folk
I'm preoccupied
The world is a few ways
The sea is a number
The water is the equation
The parasitic qualities of you an me
Grasp for a lesson get swallowed go home
Wait for the reunion a day in a glaze
The pupils held shut
The memory misbehaves
The blue becomes stuck
The floor to my room has crumbs
The broom are teeth
Young perception is just
The circle is an avatar
The keystrokes towards a word
Long forgotten journeys
Looking inside our culture
Looking out through a pane

A new delirium

It's a new delirium
Post Popsicle oops
I hope I can relieve facts in a timely manner
Most matter is made up of stale antics
It's the motion throw your libido in the ocean
And watch luck pass you by in a locomotive
It's the thinly veiled secrets the year being illusive
I wish I wasn't home
I wasn't supposed to be bound
Hope got intertwined and ledge
I never wanted to be seemed capable
Steps unto my feet
Tracks up against my imagination
A thought not a wish a place not a dish nor dream
Just aimlessness masked in moments
Staring at the sky through the window through the beams
Through the artificial temperatures
Through the many ghosts
The sheets are see through
The mass coming and going
Open and out
I'm broken burnt out

Thank my master

How does she know what the song says?
It's just little bubbles popping in my head
Translation it's all miles Davis
Just get use to the new rearrangements
Vet out my breathes mouth
Wait for the moment just to test round
I don't know the difference from a clenched lid
To a dire blessing
I'm probably a mess again
Waiting for the illusion to fall away like sand
Even when the grit fits in the psalms written on my hand
Call it love the new you
Feeling around for misconceptions
I'm still paused waiting for my satellite to adjust
God damn that missed direction
Lost with a purpose
Move weight in boulders
I only got shoulders and the body beneath
Stay calm the gifts have been reached
The planets evolved into peaks
I'm jumping them when my sin speaks
Calculated border inspections
Mixed with bad lies, teeth, and the reverend
I'm at the end
The dead road knew the no outlet no
I'm with no spouses
I'm a closet suspended on the wall
You missed the tally no jewelry in but stalled
I'm super nice
A period of expulsion
I'm unloading
A freight upon dates and time and events It's all a matter of a week
All that matters is the wreck
Pile up the fragment of metal
Turn a blind eye to the scrapers
Make money off me
Thank my masters

Moved into center position

It's all a bit boring
The freedom that returns pursues kings in the bottom third
An explorer with his tight rope
Wandering wondering what we will wheel to the destroyer
Or how many rounds of ammunition
Will it take to change culture rattle diction
Crack through the fiction is packed too
The memorial is a reflection up above the clouds
The way shape transcends a new hubris
How many buckets will fit in one another?
Even if it was endless the figure would become a bridge
A gap from start to end
A jumping off point
Curtail another route flourish the winds of ubiquity
I thought I was doing a good job
I figured I had too.
The natural rays finally shower my knowledge
The waves spread us in seeds with seeds
See me in the fire burnt out in flames
Blame the ever drone in the atmosphere
Call the rain a thief
Even when a belief turns to sweet release
When mice evolve
Looked at in a tube
Send my thoughts through the wires
Leave my memory on those chips
Turn the stone into junctions
Make sure the gods put down the whip
Turn the lock
And settle within

New Monarchy

The growth in man made satellites
Made the day seem night
Once every few years
The next up is running
For a home like he's got a track on something
Or other waiting for a mother
Son flew sun new while
I yearn stew
Wish that the habitat was controlled
A blade of grass was the first to be told
A fresh lawn with a mixed pawn
The children tell stories
As the parents let look at the two story
Audible chatter minced into worries
A young master only a few months old
Spring on and through the bloom
Don't let the blood and gloom pass the tomb
Just once out of a womb
After a fight heal out my wound
A sound a blast
Over bearing a shriek from the last
A new year lets not fate chance
Yet lets bet a few coin throw it on a hat and let the brim cradle our savings
Hold a number to our youth but hide it behind our back
We can conquer it all even with our hands tied back
All it takes is our corners
Let the sight see a being
Drenched in noir the shadows a deep dish
Very loopy let the tunes play a movie
Let the will be a suspension
Be a cause if you can stand still
Put in weight if that's what you have to shake
Or your materials are miracles
Try as you can
One bit at a time

The offering

The known never told me that the future was clear
That the breath in front was now also behind
The assemblage of time
The space isn't bigger then our visions
The epiphanies we always knew
New returns on a few graded thoughts.
Lash out elaborate likenesses
My hobby is to have too many hobbies
All washed away like a mind in a dream
No direct contribution

Years of building that ladder to the clouds with cheap materials
We laughed as I climbed it
Testing each step with limbs and appendages
We laughed when he fell
With the look of disbelief and concussion like symptoms
But we also laughed when he had the idea

The frivolous key to a tepid garden

A Place Only I Can Be

With my own added illusions
And imaginations
A fallen island
The last pilgrim

Drifting in the Mediterranean

I found a leaf in my room today
Some might say no
Some might pray go
I might think no but say regrets
Two loose lips on a silhouette
Two moons soothe soon
Who bought whom I feel the staggering night blow smoke
Death fogs and men at pause
I thought I was fair with the new deal
Foul trouble kept me in touch with the Hubble n shuttles
The rocks on lift off the roles for crypto
The words a mean mean
See through jeans next to animal sleeves
The gaps what came to be Just leave me and drink tea
Mesmerize all the kinds Of signs
While the puzzles jog behind
The kings at play.
The moods unforgiving
The swings on a pivot.
The horizon my Osiris
A mile high but a few days short
No recollection I'm no port
Pass off
Blast off

Hop the ladder

What if we already hit ceiling the life we tease is really just fleeting.
The place you sit is the seat you stow
Reap what you stole the moments and the remote controls
Made it through the hallway
Hopefully this isn't appalling
A room where the mold holds up
Many walls made of tinder
Too few thanks in the lowest holes
A flower to tomb
A fire to comb flames make a boom
On soon forgot the bison burger on the railing
Meant to make it but now I'm taken
Bits of bacons really changed the depths and textures
Morning mud
Find a new news and soak in the snooze
I'm just suggesting to really see it as it is
A basket with blue true trim
Call it how you see It
Ooze from the sludge
A bruise from a nudge
I'm at the abyss with a new set of lungs
Breathing in
The love watching the walls burn to dung
See it how it is
Born a new bridge with wood from an old bench
Looked upon stranger who don't care where's your nature
A savior to an eraser
All the expressions now void
Now the turn flip the cards next with the table
Demand meaning explore options
Hope the one in front loses his shoes
And maybe a few inches
Look taller in a mall milling about the differences
Between you and I

Posted Single

Ice chunks in the breeze
Drips cold like a current
I'm on a personal quest
I flew through a cuckoos nest
It needs a new name
Like a section of our interests
Remember the things you cared about five years ago
And how long ago that feeling crept and how all those things are far away and was just a thing
It happens a lot
Diced discussion in a chilled diner
Running off voltage
Like veins above
The wires wound tentatively
A string turns to web
I slept on a train
Froze to the seat arms glued to my cold ribs
I can't decide to welcome or to bother
Chop haus
A center of a burn circle
Walk away off a curb
Worth a weekend
Different positions open to possibility
People peep purple real messes intersect
Unopened objects waiting on line
Loosely determined to find fountains
Man made knowledge
Real virtual points of interest.
A dozen dumb decisions
We went west wheels right