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Hot air balloon

lift these buttons
from off our clothes
they wont hold us down any more


stretch out all the strings
and pull them across the surface
to color our world
in fabric and time

Needless to say.

the humans
and their brains all sleep
soundly
while the creatures of the night
scurry about
and among the leaves and branches,
they cower along the bricks
and crawl their way up
up
up
to your bedpost

and, when sleep
turns is cozy head to the west
the chariot takes flight
and sends your feet
to
panic,
but with every step
all they feel
is fur and flesh and bone
without proper placement
your knees wobble
to keep your weary head off the ground
although
it's everything that you can do
to keep moving
and control your own destiny

as you crush
tiny, helpless creatures
with every step

Questions that you really should ask yourself while laying awake at night not sleeping.

And what if
I left you laying so, so still
without humor or emotion?
what if I
made the decision
to lift
up both your eyelids
and expose the world,
in several fragments,
to your head
to your insides?

and when humans think of themselves
they think of their brain
where all the thinking happens

because nothing
makes more sense
tonight
other than
breathing and beating
and the cleaver twitch of
fingertips
pressing down on my skin

And what if
the levers pull themselves,
the stitches and the switches
all change directions
and the cars on the road
unmake themselves
while you
are holding the steering wheel
that guides your future?

We are still breeding.

I found myself awake
and
while the city slept
I was working,
deconstructing everything
every nut and bolt
I unscrewed
every rivet and weld
I cut apart
all the while, smiling

Yet, the city stands
waiting for god
to come across the lawn
and, with his horse in tow,
blow his breath of life
to level it all

only six feet high
and three feet thick

Motionless me.

Every step
toward infinity
only brings me closer to disaster
and I don't know if,
I'm not sure if
I can survive it all

I rested for a moment
just to contemplate
my life,
existence

and, while the cicada rang its wings
the bees and birds all flew up above
I could hear the deep rumble
of wind
and air
and atmosphere
slowly breaking under each strenuous
beat
and flight happens

the fish in the stream
all fighting the current
rested
the ants at my feet
carrying their load
knelt
to the boulders and hills
finally, the trees,
growing ever strong
all clapped their leaves
and applauded

motionless me
the world moves itself under my feet
while I,
alone, tread the surface
breathing
just like every other human

Taking the potion from the witch.

When the mountains
crack and crumble
into millions of tiny pieces
we are left in ashes
waiting, wanting more
as the clouds
block out the sun
and
every drop of the ocean,
the great expanse,
freezes
just like your tears

So, I pluck them off your cheek
and drill little holes in the center
of each and every one
string them
on a hair,
dyed blonde,
and tie it to your neck

Picturesofotherpeople

It only just
seems like real life
when your back is to the wall
and your feet are at the line
while I am squeezing the trigger

it only seems like fate
when the castle crumbles
beneath your feet,
falls into the sea
washing you off
and washing you away

the night
comes,
but always turns down the hallway
and the sun stalks up behind it
without contest,
without thought
and sound

just live
and breathe
and die
like the rest of us
and collect your
retirement
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New Cam

I got a new digital camera!
Guess where i found it.







It takes movies too!
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Very drunk.

I am writing this to prove
to me and to everybody else
that
we
are all just sentences
in the book of life

we
are all just regrets in the diary of time

Seconds.....Science

today I started
sifting through the ashes
and lifting through the forest
floor
I sat, lonely and stared
while the birds all fluttered about the air
the bugs all scurried about the leaves
and the gods above
didn't care

or couldn't care less
because they knew that
the world was created
for our two souls
to breathe
and it was an obstacle
to test

luckily

fate was still
alive
and kicking down below

twisting the outcome

Distance, LDR, GPS.

with the road stretched out before me
and the clouds
smeared up above
an inevitable feeling of sadness
overwhelms me
because
you are not here
with me

if only,
to look at the same landscape
if only,
to see the same
green green grass

and i am thinking of you

head tilted back
to the ground
in awe, looking up at the shiny buildings
of skyscraper national park
i wish i was there
to hold your hand
and to catch you from
the vertigo

so, let the trees do what they may
and let all the fish in
the sea
swim to the rivers
and lay their eggs upstream,
let the concrete jungle
slowly fall apart
but, baby please
keep me in your heart

Everything has roots.

driving into the wind
and, delicately
the bicycles pass
free from their masters and time

the sky, riddled with clouds
a blue and white cowprint ceiling
masking
the cosmos

and the ground,
breathing life
as the trees grass and weeds
suck the green from the deep
and bring it
to the
roadside

With the stars aligned...........

she doesn't have to say a word
not make a sound
because the room,
sensing her return,
has left its soul open
had left open it's doors
and windows

outside,
faces in the water
swirl
and compete
over waves and valleys
troughs and crests
just to catch a glimpse
of
an undying beauty
and just to catch
the scent
of her sweat

I am sitting
in place
and tied
to a flimsy
fold-up chair
when she walks though the door
bringing with her
the wind
as the curtains wave
at my situation

she walks to my
knees
and stops
while the birds all gather
and sit
on the open windowsill
and watch

in between
picking at the termites

Arachnid, polygon, torture. (wtf?)

she takes her five fingers
and presses them
gently
against the back of his neck
as the world
retreats
to its desert home
to its cave of a bed and birthplace

directing every single move
she reaches in
deeper
to his skull
and pulls his strings
and ties them
to her five fingers

now,
cornered
without thought or interruption
without sleep
and understanding
the boy quivers
his heart shutters
and his hands both shake
with the motion

he reaches out
to her hair
and breathes in the sweet
smell of summer rain

The politics of smile.

take a step
and look to the west
you are the figurine
standing still
through the sunset
through the rain
every single day

I am the air
I am the water
flowing down your naked breast
I am the radiant
heat
that you release
after hours
after noon

placed here
casting shadows
like the time
like the clockwork
like the earth
rotates through the heavens

while the hawk
soars
with ever-growing
complexity
searching for it's next meal
watching carefully
through trained
eyes

she looks at me
and I look back

did you think
that no one would notice
no one would walk away
and all the while
turn their heads to see?

It tasted sweet until you realized it caused cancer.

I am
standing
tall and still
at the edge of the world

all of the streets
and their
accompanying lights
fall apart
and crease away into the earth

when all the new and old
construction
disappears
into pictures of the past,
pictures
of riveters
with lunchboxes and coke
sandwiches and steel-toed shoes

earth,
with its oxidizing nature
peels away every scrap
and bit of debris
while
the shopping malls
and parking lots

flourish

like your grandmother's garden

like
your grandmother's
ash-white
hair
in the summer sun

while
you
fall apart.

It kind of hurts

I wish that i could capture
every single emotion i encounter
and bottle it up
for every other human to experience.

I know that we
can't see through
each other's eyes

and i know that
we can't
be inside each other's heads

yet, we run in circles
on treadmills
and water
while the world spins
out from under our feet

the same world

as
i drive my car
through the warm rain
at one in the morning;
the wipers, old
as they only smear the city lights across my windshield
and i am here
inside my head
looking out

When the day comes you won't ever even know.

living without interruption
from the daily stresses of life
and breathing
and being here

we all wake up alone
really
and when we fall asleep
we die
every single night
every single
blink
of
your
eye

is just a step closer
to oblivion
and the future
and god's plans for your sanity

while you slide
right on down
the bannister
to the woman in a white dress
with open arms