(2013)
#Nature #Progress
I like words that spin and glide and slide like vernacular helicopter waterfall rides. A typhoon surprise
With the laugh of madness For the love of God We bathe in sadness A delicate facade A carnal spell
The noise in my head is not in my… I hate to think, for it’s too hard… My universe dreams while being mis… Fighting the waves while these tra… Sorting though scabs that this atm…
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…
It’s a wild tourist attraction for the stoic opulent mess, Atrocity in its burning glory, joyous and omnipresent, The fire singeing my wry reaction,
She makes a tree full of birds tha… All start chirping to themselves a… The sound remains the same but the… She’s not synchronized with the pa… Her thoughts are like rockets that…
Raping paper and wasting ink Attempting to bag the bubbles I think, Or thunk—but I stunk or I think—that I stink—
Raising light and reversing diffid… Proves a puzzling endeavor in nobl… Its compulsive plume wafts over th… Laid low and beholden to rebellion… Show me your values! Your colors…
Amazed and confused. My aura is bruised. God knows what? We are not amused. It’s almost all of a sudden.
….and They picked each other apart like flower petals until
He knows so much now that he no longer understands. He’s seen every different thing and held them all in his hands. He’s examined every angle.
You think? Real deep. Look again. Beware of bad synergy; Your friends are on the row—
I am a speaker from the inside out blaring into everything. Walking through this psychedelic slow motion
Cut me loose from this cloud of be… Poke a hole in my heart for the wo… Rip me apart from this warm suicid… I spot rats in my tunnel of trampl… O God, let me drive into the tree…
....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—