Above/Bellow
Run along blank sentiment,
Words dry like sidewalk cement,
Questions answered with lament
I feel fine but
The lines you draw
You draw them finer
Closer, tighter, lighter.
Any way you can.
Sometimes it’s
Impossible to tell but
I hear it in your voice,
Your struggle like
Threading a needle
Without thread
Or simply
Taking one hit
Wonder where the time’s gone
And take another.
Maybe another,
But the lines blur
In sequence,
Between us,
Between you and you and
All the things you thought you knew.
Or maybe
None of this happened.
Life from above:
The rest makes me wonder.
future incredible
moonlight bright shines sometimes
on my ideas, but when i get
too high off my own stench
i remember to let go,
let go of
strangers’ smiles and
fleshy fingers and
thoughts i can never call my own.
words come out my mouth in spirals as
i wonder whether i’ve gone mad, but
some words sting like candy.
if i could i’d tie them tight
around my adam’s apple
and take a dive, because
no one says an honest end
can’t be sweet -
not that i care.
crises are only fun when
there’s more at stake than
your livelihood.
妙な物 (Strange Things)
The white noise
Of waves over
The night shore
Lingered in sand
Between my toes
As clouds shook,
As lightning broke
The shadow of
The new moon
Over your mouth
That spoke,
“What you call hope
Aspires to elope
With every portrait of
The fear left choking
In your throat” -
And, like film noir,
The shadow covers us both,
Ocean still frothing,
Frosty as Pluto
On our teeth.
十一分 (11 min.)
Crank the window
Spark the mellow
Spark
Keep up with it now,
Step along wheezing wheels,
“One breath away”
From symphonia.
Empty in the rear-view,
Even horizons seem fewer.
11 minutes, signs say
As whirlwinds sway your
Thoughts running down stray
Strands of smoky blonde.
Paw on my knee:
“Never start, kiddo.”
In the rain
You gave me a bouquet of
Water lilies, stems like
Broken promises.
It’s hard not to get wet.