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. 

Taste

Sip until you slip. In my flavor the taste concedes matter over neighbors
I'm over boredom and the settling of my hands do an activity make a plan
My swollen feet checked the rhythm laugh life love gave me shivers
Every time our dilated eyes met touching it felt like sand falling backwards rubbing
Dip until your drip inside my flavor the tranquility only impedes sexual behavior because if I save you I paved you white lines on a saber night shakes on a table
Concealing your identity is it safer to be chased draped in linen
Suck lips such hips moved around the equator lose this re equip
Long trips got me loving my alternator a shift for a shift drift from a room to a wick
Flip until you flop on my flavor squash our the flame left motion shooting blanks
Strangers can sit sea side finger nails scraping blind hearts drying on a clothes line
Rearrangements blew your hair so you could hide behind the follicles of vines
straight ahead wandering the days less then you imagined but the ideas unraveled
The dreams of being lost in the sky fell flat on the stairs like your coffee cup
Too many shards to bear across the floor we just laugh as we stare
Sip on my flavor like too hot coffee bigger bolder bitter

The Moving White Wall

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aI3eJ7PWTVg&t=882s 

Made this for a project 4 years ago when I was graduating.  My roommate was making a short film and I somehow got the lead role.  He filmed it silent and black and white.  I got all the footage and made this edit based on the multitude of ways to affect the same outcome.  I made the score too.