(2014)
#Own #Self #Thine
....And as my nicked up, nostalgia… soul gets down on its knobby knees… And prepares to transcend the igno… and dive into the whitest light...… It SCREAMS—
Sinking yet rising with mighty suspension impeccable snowflake of
The moon corrals the trees and tid… The night begins to set so deep in… The wind picks up its leaves to cl… They all call out to me ‘in us con… The weather never spins a taller t…
the animals and bugs are my though… crawling and sliding and writhing, running and screaming everywhere in every direction—wherever they w… all at once.
I can’t get stoned anymore without getting paranoid. It’s not the plant. It’s New Jersey. It’s having kids.
Tuck me under the blundering sun When I was the younger wondering… I could make liquid diamonds from… I could be fairly invisible too, Spying on bugs while hiding from y…
My father had a motorcycle. It was a Triumph. Once in a while he would put me on the back and take me for rides.
Someday I’m going to build a rope… and hang my thoughts in the attic. And sleep like a lightning bug smeared across a yellow wiffle-bal… Someday long after that,
They say that, in your dreams, a polar bear represents a reawaken… And there; In sight; With the full moonlight off white…
A lonely creature content just to… Allured by the rooms that hide in… As one would see fit to rest with… Where time after time, you pine fo… These fields that you lie in—seeth…
Curiosity killed the cat. But the cat has nine lives. Not really. You’re wise, You accidentally design lies.
I’m gonna ghost ride this experime… straight into a wormhole. I don’t know where it leads and I almost don’t care— (I was raised on hide and seek,
I deserve to be alive But I deserve to be alone, I trim the hair of God As if it were my own. It is not.
In a matter of reincarnation and scientific facts, My anima has been automated to trade an eye for an axe. The weary way in which I wallow
Swaying within the context of mad-made slime, Like a pendulum bound to the sky with time.