Savor your dreams
Count the rips in the seams
I made my baby cry
Had to come clean
About all the nights
I spent lying in bed
Thinking about all
All of life that I dread
So I drove out of the state
Kissed the lips that I hate
I was never told
The promise had been made
All my things I sold
When I tried to let go
I can’t handle the pressure
I can’t remember the snow
I hear same songs on repeat
As I walk down the street
To the railway station
Where I try my best to beat
My boredom into sensation
Buying a ticket to nowhere
It’s getting pretty late, don’t you think
My father really won’t care
I stumble when i try to run
Gotta get out of the sun
The scene is too familiar
Something I’ve already done
You stay clear of danger
But it’s already calling you back
Grab yourself a duffel bag
I’ll try and help you pack
somewhere in another universe
we are waking up on a
the sun beams through our curtains
dances across your face
I roll over
kiss you on your nose
say I love you
and actually mean it
you make me pancakes
I fix your coffee
both are too sweet
and we are
In the arena’s abrasive fluorescent
glow, the skin pulled taut on the back of my hand turns yellow
as the golden
moon that chuckled as I chased backyard fireflies, yellow as the neon
mask I wore during pandemic days, yellow as trophies
won and lost, yellow as bright crayon
smudges on my fingertips, yellow as Ticonderoga pencils
sharpened, snapped, and dulled, yellow as jaundiced
textbook pages that crinkled in my hand like weathered
memories, yellow as the amber
cord that hangs around my neck.
I glance back at that glaring light, at my skin agleam
with yellow, and I know time has not flown by like a hasty canary
flitting from branch to branch, but it has wrapped me in its embrace
like an endless summer’s
day whose light stretches and swells
until nightfall when the sun finally cozies
into the horizon, leaving the still-waking world with an afterimage
of its glow that seemed to last a lifetime.
When you see a red light do you run it or do you stop?
When you see a Stop Sign do you roll through it or do you stop?
Or do you stroll passed it with only a glance?
When you come to a four-way-stop,
It’s important that you stop.
Make sure to press your brake.
You don’t want to make a mistake.
Please come to a complete stop for everyone’s sake!
You be the fang, I’ll be the vein.
You be the razor, I’ll be the wrist.
Let’s destroy each other.
You be the gasoline, I’ll be the match.
You be the scientist, I’ll be the bomb
You be the hypnotist, I’ll be the hypnotized.
I am the silence, you are the hunger inside me.
Let’s waste away.
I’ll be the bullet, you be the gun.
I’ll be the staple, you be the remover.
Let’s get violent.
Let’s make love.
smoke from a candle
leaves a ghostly trace among
the slant of light
moon through the trees
it is a still june night
and my thoughts
mingle among untangible
uncertainties amid fears
beyond my control
my mind plays tricks
phantoms of loss and pain
shimmer among fire flies
and disappear in haunting
vapor with the candle flame