Kale

I'm a fresh pot of kale
I fail when I'm stale
No what I mean from Oxford to hamper
The moments are motions dopler
Gravy train no brain money is dumb
I got money I am dumb
Scum no son stick a sticker on your Datsun
I'm dat one below surface an excursion
What's the purpose if you hack a nerve kid
Magic potion with a tragic notion
Two sips a week to keep the habit bolstered
I'm nervous
No sleep gate keeper mines on our minds
Sign the time

What happened?

The drive becomes fine because it's the only time to unwind
A passing sedan truth serum sublime trying to feel the sunshine
Through frosted windshields warmth escapes plasma
None were plastered just moments away from answers
I nudge for more so I can explore your conscious.
Because isn't it obvious the breaths between silence
Reverberates until it's obnoxious
The smell of sighs the blank stares stars in your hair line
Remind me of the times before sunrise
The long shifts to make you long her
The reactions are tombs of somber softer skin mirrors a pale pin
The ones you use to hold your hair back
To keep the snacks from going stale
The moment between impacts I'm just trying to relax
But the whip and the horns the dents the tears the torn
Threads being splintered whispers in the dead of winter
My one sister moving out the girls losing out
Communication breakdown night gowns late nights in towns
The anxiety still buries my eyelids flutter no photographs
No shutter open the lens pile up the prints no files to request
Bask in the sunset sense the moonlight get cold fainting
My mind on track.
Obsessed.

Over before your turn

Burn an effigy feel the dentistry of your shallow destinies
Message me no alarm to react just sit back while you take flak
Because my hands sit stacked I pass out I act up we fall down
Now the fog is around right the shadow grows over clothes
Because the only skin you expose is the tip of your nose
It's like you know the mirrors are shattered
I add up the baggage make a claim now I matter
The thick shapes masturbate the thin lines last till it's too late
The shakes are prevalent the mattress feels hollow
My back explodes in the mornings where's lies stay on hold
The transfer of happiness to wasted effort
Make me separate I'm in sections being viewed by wandering blessings
I taste space and it takes awhile for the heat to digest
I'm honest but please rewind this I'm Linus playing piano pompous.

Losing long hairs

I don't really know how to battle
End user agreement tied up in a saddle
I want to let go or find a few moments down below
But the growth feels cold the lips show mold
My timing is rewinding my eyelids a reminder
I sign my name and try to tell if she knows it
I hope work starts sooner and the trucks hit bad weather
The feelings in my skull can't handle wool sweaters
I can't handle a twin mattress don't depend on the basics
Find the thin line between handicap and traditions kept sacred
Hold me but it doesn't compile
I noticed a fake smile eyes closed erasing the present
Aluminum cans traced back to this desert
I must be inert my minds staring at five feet of vert
I'm supposed to feel happy
I already feel confident
She doesn't want it and all my nonsense
The distractions are apparent the stairs stare relinquished
My fate makes a turn as I think it will end complacent
I hope I end naked wrapped in one another's arms
The words thrown smooth turned to whispers over spoons
Facial expressions left me helpless it's all stupid
It's relentless. The pursuit was the high
The stagnation my replies and the theory on relativity
It takes time I guess I'm only mine.

Love is just okay

You really think it's easy to let life go
A bag of bones pile up in front of your screen door
The years when they explored and you wanted more
And the legs starting filling up the lower two feet of our rooms
Ears always puckered up can hear right through
Can probably understand pain and our thrive for success
Reliant turned to honesty
Mom gave us all one so we had three
But it turned to a mass
It was hard to walk around
I'm to be last
But it was also hard to last in a space
Full of true moments overlapping explosions
They let you in and lay bare
They come for help passed the pass past out
Live longs for decay
A yard full of them soil turned to tombs
A kitchen lay a lineage
A constant from birth
Hope the trees never minded the piss
And I wish the animals knew they had it best
Waste away in misery no
Make a life and take it right
Our mascot is ending soon others will go
Let's look at the good times
Parade of fur and panting and being outside
Grace the occasion with joy
But the ducts full of sea water
The body loses strength
The muscle loss equals my memory plane
The place to dig around and discuss considerations
Relationships always split
It's a hybrid
Pet ownership
Many memories stitched
Sleds and running away
Looking for answers during a rainy day
It's okay
It's life love it's okay

New needs

I'm working on a new breed no needs trimmed clean
Fresh from the stalk I'm honest pour a picture frame it
And tame me stroked hair fell apart and dangled in hands
My man is too few like a train riding past hues of blues
Because the things I knew how I combusted and got flustered
The mustard on my dog slid down
Turn me loose to fill these slots
I'll call into the nonsense and unlock locks
Just the same way I opened you up
Thin shoulders some pressed luck like the leafs in between loose sheets
Kicked off my bed swirled through this world they just don't latch on to right
I don't fit nothing see the seeds to hide and embrace it
Mixed vegetables left out warm on the dinner table
The fables with the precious princesses always seemed unreliable
Who wears white unless under shirts on purpose like a sworn service
Good evil it's a mirrored surface like your glasses left on a surface
When the light shines through and you forgot who missed who
Who found who because you know no clues solid state no names
Just picture frames with strange faces grinning in front of trees
No knees no need for these memories but no way to delete

Clock is watching

Time is like an object it's absent it's obnoxious it turns all toxic
It's epoxy it holds me together the molecules whining in the bad weather
The tether between here and there the decisions to spare leave a canvas bare
We stare into time it asks us where we've been. I've been busy look at my hands
Their holy. The wrinkles and the bumps the scrapes and the lust
I wonder I wander I creep up nudged being bothered being a brother
Heads held high by my thighs thick with my hands held holding onto sides
Wishing the wash was quicker to get out dust much too whisper
Too much to much trust in the object put faith in the process
It's all honest lines become matter shattered dreams scattered seams
long lived overdue knuckles draped subdued till the children run the news
Run it for the duration of time point a point b a line in my mind
Mine it's all mine it's succumbs to the shine I lose it all through the time.

Under Motion

Still silence held under a dying motion controlled light.
Blind eye mines right line of site packed pictures torn withered
Loss the gloss stacked in a hurry it made my mother cry clearly
It's all that's left leftover nights caked in cigarettes
Rooms laid tombs the object is opposite of repair
Hand me down silverware called fine used in underwear
Born obtuse views made loose through loopholes and what to choose
Bad picker even worse dinner the plates serrated the meals dilapidated
My tongues wrung out and my eyes came out my ears be too near
My features are speechless twin pipes through broad day light
Calls my mind because the shine is unproven the lines I loved using
Lumps in the bedding dumb dumbs getting married watch the white wash away
Watch the children play under lightning and trees can it be a canopy
Or can I leave with permission so the decision isn't my natural intuition

TWO PIECE TELESCOPE BOY

So I started a new solo project where I do a live radio show every time I jam with my new CTRL-49 keyboard.  Here are the first three parts. 



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The Tumbleweed

The high finally made me dry, my eyes feel like when sun shine hits snow

Or trying to keep your eyes open when you blow your nose

My heads already in disarray, misbehaved till the chicken came

My minds over matter, scaling scaffolding over sunset hues splattered on streets

Ripped hole in bed sheets, a bio dome near my feet, see the leafs split and the spiders eat

Hopefully the vole can find it's way out because all I hear is scratching and all he hears is rapping

All I feel is all for me, timed tapped poetry trapped timid luxury but it's not enough for me

Wrestling words till submission, get rejected and it's back to listening, back to the basic the entrance to mazes

The initial percussion from a cave in, a rustle to watching your first friend get wasted.

Is it initiation?  It's usually me because of my sleep deprivation.  I see the invitation as an act of intimidation

A happy couple speaking vows through the howls of imitation, the wolves sit in back laughing, a seething situation.

View it with an open outlook, that's what I was told, that's why I brought a trade paperback book so I could choose where to settle or forsook.  I begin to meddle, seeing dresses with shiny emblems tossed my day dreams in a blender

I just wanted to something to peddle, a pedal drops from the encumbrance of the morning dew, a pedal still spins even when it's frame is chained.  I lay dumber then I was before I learned to share the pain.

Lucy Lovely

Lovely parameters, book ends starting news trends, photography on loose ends

Sliced faces, collage a pyramid with a myriad eyes spaced stationed.  I'm an eye sore

Hat hair spare ribs rubbed, pork fingers lost sauce on my lips, cherish the food you can handle

Dismantle from the bone, meat loose lying on the throne.  I didn't even know.  A visual embarrassment.

Teeth stacked with plaque put my smile on a plaque, trophy room in all black.  I'm sharing this because I'm saving it.

This unforgettable the one whim sinister a winner in the winter styled four leaf clover luck isn't a mystery

Gamble for a ramble, communicate with an anvil, steadfast and spurred, blurred tried a new word.

Syrup coming from a lunch rush, can't stack cold cuts stuck in between cub boards and mustard, hunched forward sipping slurping slipping simmered.  Boil concentrate under a microscope, a philanthropists pocket book, a clean look shaven smooth like pebbles, misery in company, mothers playing bridge on a balcony talking about their favorite sons clumsily.  Shooting for the stars found myself doing shots at the bar, moonlight found it's way in shined a lime with the light my peripherals became something to listen to, opaque curves through sweater vests and vetted stench laid my eyelids to rest because theirs no test for the sicker, drinking out of thimbles, a funnel in the summer, bathing suits

The thunder, the lovers and the sunder.  Is it from what I'm under, tumbling from the canyon, I'm a man inside a stanza

Rumbling can you believe the crackling from the touch down, it's a must that's why we rushed down when we found the rocks that broke free and the boulder still clearly left in tack with our hands in stasis, trying to grasp for a clip,

The stream left wavered never to miss.

My Lists

March through the snow flicking disdain till it melts in your socks

Water floods the soles never the less the cold turns to a mess

A blessing in disguise, the frayed pockets, the lost medallions found, a surprise

A seamstress fixed the mrs, sewed her new ears so she could learn how to listen

I pray for a mistress, bullet pointed sins in my Christmas wish list

I guess all I'm looking for is some distance, a woman with her life together passes

Blending hot water with the grime in a bath lit bliss wrapped in a towel, tied like a sinch

In a pinch, lay in a puddle, let the mud mettle till the demise unfolded in aluminum foil

Winter in disarray comforting until it's unexplored following a leash till I'm too little surrounded by beasts

Invitations to a feast, plates passed past dishes, fish escarole men tucked eastward souls

Lust in a foreign language, mirrored in translation, a solution limber an equation solved sober

ashes spread from such great heights, the wind whirled whispering particles till the sun shined amicable

Father's Father, found his way to the harbor, boats blown back, the weight of the pier relaxed

Letting bystanders eye sight witness floating points, deterioration of the retina, I'm betting on the under

Throwing financials spent a handful till it rose like a landfill I'm asking for a name but the words get stained

The conversation turns substantial, I know the answer, I know the misdirection, can tell by the bodies shape

And the changing of stances, Nervousness turns to white witches stench, the smell of burning baby oil

Watch snowflakes fall in a globe, once an urn, spin the bottle, took a turn for the worse, spent spelling bee money

On a present, a death wish for a deaf lisp and a subscription to watch my honey.

Forward Setting

The docks all clear, the blues mixes well with the fear

The five thoughts being held up by your drowning eyes start to subside

The duties become a frenzy the lack of empathy becomes tempting

I forgot how to turn off so I learned rather quickly

Press a few keys and make my eyes twitch looking at three sources of light

It doesn't blind but it makes the pits in your skull start to mold

The rush of dizziness the messages of minute men the glass broke with minute maid

Every minute flew through a particle accelerator

My hand movements remembered the fear of elevators and they sunk and dropped

But going up was always scarier

Craning your sore neck until you reached the mouth of another

Really dreaming here

Dreams of butterflies violently fluttering on your ear like whispers of nights that turned weird

Woke up and ate a bowl of cereal

Until I'm seriously wondering when I slept and I want to start tracking every tendency I put action forth

Forward is the current setting One second clear of an open ending many thoughts crowded in fear

When the second guesses become absence and you don't know what's important

Is it all or is it just the wheels on the drum, the hands on the machine, fingers pressed in between

The cool air feels nice sometimes, the heater feels nice sometimes

But my temperature matches my temper my mentor off on a bender

I try to see if the roma is under ripened or maybe its just the lighting

I look up to gather my coordinates by I almost fell and became insubordinate

I slipped on my wishes, nothing was really there, I caught myself by my boot straps to thin veil disappeared

I keep looking and touching and once in awhile I get a taste

Most of the time I can't really rate if this grape was great or just a waste

It's probably going to be a decoration at a funeral, not eaten just an ornament

A petty crime from the dominant onto the dormant

The ones that lie and the ones that lie

I stamp, sign, file the papers a few variations of accreditation

I can't make out the signature

The time just blinds by

 alone being administered type it up with my heading

Forward is the current setting

Muse

I think therefore I am in debt

To the wills and thrills I have not met

I've conquered through the brush to paint

Little circles, Mirrored oracles, over and over

The do overs pass over like wind from shoulder to shoulder

Hills to jog up, make wine to bottle up, the string is cut

Two new halves dangle like a loose raft

View the river like a woman, roaring through anything

I figured I could keep the fray, the metallurgy and the night I turned stray

The elements, mostly likely the rain, told me to drain, release the wisps caught up in your head

You are a drain, as the water falls from you as I'm still bare

I didn't ask for much, even from myself, just wake up stay up lay awake sitting staring steering

Don't let the dreams get to you, the ones under your nails, hidden underneath the waves,

Over the canyon, the only thing we set ablaze, the wishes the wallows the hard swallows

The moisture.  The cracks lit up under street lights, the age broken up by luminescent,

The words never stirred never said a word I haven't heard it's better when you don't say a thing

Let me muse to the whirl, take ship hold onto the world, spin with the aviators, fall far from the flung

I hold my own hands and rub my own back, scrape scratches to relieve, to really see if I believe.