ain't no way to live

backseat frenzy
the keys are still in the jeep
ignition running

i get high off the fumes
i loved the smell of gasoline
as a child

everything around me on fire
burning
burning
up
in
the
heat

this innate desire
to make clean
all the corners
to make brand new
this old thing

how we get used to
life in a box
how we get used to
plain white socks

can we set new norms
can we weather our storms

the lights are still on
healdights full beam

can you see me
can you see me
on this two lane road

of all the highways
and back roads
i always hit the pot holes
i always make it home


behind the wheel
daddy says i can wheel
got it on my first try

i will always be bright
in his eyes
but never take the
pain from his heart
if a president's name
isn't on it

i like the old roads
even straight ones meander
but memory lane
i love best

i will clean
i will seek
i will steer
till the end of the world

clear is not a color

I can make them crumble
castles made of Hope
into the sea
eventually

unto you
unto you

the big red button

press me
press me

ah yes discipline
cause Lord knows
I know the consequences
or at least that
i know I don't want
to deal with them


playing the blues
on my heart strings
the wind and
i sing in all
the monotony

sometimes i need
to stay plain jane
cause the can of worms
makes a mess
i don't wanna
clean up

chocolate and sugar puffs

a green day

the langoliers
visted last night

behind my eyes


HELLO
you cannot control
the sea change
the waves washing me
i bathe in the glory

i have waited so long

to be free

but i still like
to be tied to everything

invisibly

only the maker
knows the seams

it is improv
this life of mine

measuring time
health
in superfood spoons

my hair is clean
my rings on

a new day of to do
a new day of to do

small



break throughs

fruitarian

i ain't no caboose
i'm a chicken let loose
cock-a-doodle-doo
leg thigh it's all high

sometimes you just have to








i marvel
i dwell
parasitic human hell
nurture v nature

am i the alien

green schemed
lavender dreams

bitter honey
on the walls
of my mausoleum

octagon stings

i knew math mattered

the trick is knowing prime
not pi

weather stripping

yellow i said
green he said

i wasn't listening
i was hearing other things

thinking about unsealed windows
the crickets
and the eve of the more.

callous heels

i cannot see the wear on my mind

it is safe from the eye


reminders, june say

upon the last wave in the ocean of Today

does color really matter that much?

i'm thinking yellow

stitched and soft

i know what needs to be done

reptile (written on the wall)

she spread herself wide open to let the insects in
she leaves a trail of honey to show me where she's been
she has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin
seeds from a thousand others drip down from within
oh my beautiful liar
oh my precious whore
my disease my infection
I am so impure
devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest
angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress
need to contaminate to alleviate this loneliness
I now know the depths I reach are limitless
oh my beautiful liar
oh my precious whore
my disease my infection
I am so impure



How can I become organic?
clean the entirety
know i am from an origin
not a copy
reheated
replicated
fabricated

make me holy
make me not in vain

i don't feel what others see
i don't see what others feel

recycled reused
what
is
happening
to
the
youth