Exploration 2

I’m running down the road I’m on the sidewalk, turning into a side street
It’s late. All the people inside their beds. Some sleeping.
Sometimes I feel like I’m running away and my body tires quickly
Sometimes I feel like I’m chasing you and I catch up
Then all I hear is the blood in my ears and my steady breathing
Like I’m on an operating table
I like this feeling
I can feel your eye on me
And your wings around me
And I keep going and find the rhythm of the track I know is there underneath me
I feel the bruises in my lungs, but it doesn’t matter
The people don’t matter
The stupid shit I do and say and write and sing doesn’t matter
I live for this
The memories don’t matter
The happily married divorced with kids don’t matter
I love this moment
I love you don't leave

These Hands Are Mitts

These hands are mitts

head lies like a cloak.

At the witching hour my body

clenches and I wake up

yelling gibberish at my family.

Does the sun yield to you?

Creator of the time space continuum

I drift in

floating face down over my

own 

Cut the cord when it's time.

Son, you're done for the day.
Lie down or maybe hit the hay.
You lost today,
but can't remember
if it was a fight,
or love, at first sight.
You're lying to your friends.
Your pets look the other way.
You always want it back as it is being taken away.
Just leave it blank for one day.
Come back another way.
Simple things are hard, cause they are made that way.
I love you kid.

1

Time moves fast and
time moves slow,
lost my will man i don't know,
lost my fun and lost my friend,
one who called me out by name.
A rising tide of fear and shame...
Hold it back dear Dad,
I don't want it to go bad
I don't wanna be sad,
but I look a fool
my nose always begging to be scratched,
picking away at what's left,
junking out left right,
rolling under a city of great heights.
Gotta get up, and keep moving
you know?
Can you take even this brain, this heart?
Yes.
Can't be afraid anymore,
you know?

Sun Set

Are you friend or foe or
something in between?
It's never black and white
between you and me.
Is this a circle or a spiral?
I shouldn't ask, but I can't
see my footprints between
the walls.
Walking around, fooling no one
with spears skewering my
body, plain to see in the
afternoon sun.
I dropped it on the sidewalk,
tried my best to step on it
as I walked to my favorite bench.
Maybe watch the warming sun set.
Maybe snap a photo with my eye.

Dream

Dream: Last Quarter

Riding a skateboard street glider mechanism, on my stomach.  She is ahead of me.  Before
this, I remember, I was shooting a film project between beaches and islands, very populated.
 I had 3 helpers who are now gone.  I am pushing my glider along with my hands but cannot
build up speed.  I can see her as a speck up far ahead of me.  It's night, a row of
apartments on the right of the street, feilds on the left.  I roll into a construction pit
of gravel and cement chunks.  I sheild my face and roll up out of the pit after a struggle.
I see her a kilometer ahead, barely, squinting, rolling right, behind the buildings.  I
arrive at the suburban 3 story townhouse, lush green trees and brush all down the unlit
street, cobblestone driveways.  I recognize the place, enter, and open the door to my room.
She is in bed with a blond haired man.  She says something, hitting her descending face with
her hand, and I bang my forehead against the door as I close it quickly, groaning.

Bastard Seeds

Diamond eyed plaything

Silver back, no name

Examples on repeat

Scripted acting

Temples dwelling

Hallucinating Everything

Honing the cylinders

Red oil driping

encrypted messages

Running, broken, scared with

sky eyes blinking

Bastard seeds shrinking

glimmering

hammering brass

chained together wandering,

their consciousness unavailing,

a higher calling 

dissolving them.

(note: http://www.thefreedictionary.com/conscious)