vida

don't feed them after 8 pm
where's my hand in the spin

(and the wild horses drag me away
everyday)

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when you hang
the ground is the sky
and the sky the ground
the world is upside down
i walk with my head
and think with my feet
behind the sliding glass
i feel safer indoors
dissecting my disarrayed fragments
assorting and placing
sticking and taping
collecting my life
as i do magazines
finding a full moon retreat
in the calm of silently
patience in waiting
virtue in making

i make such a mess
in my unrest
i go mad trying to map
the frequency of the brain
so many toxins taint
the evolution of the page
i've written it all before
as
the dawn and eves escape
so
i sway with the breaks
and still make what i make

hopefully that all changes
hopefully it all rearranges
into a better fit
my money, my time, my mind

as i have lost my sanity
in the safe zones
and feel too heavy
in the idle of home

precision in decision
i can almost envision
a happily ever after

but

i must get on board
catch up where i left off
catch up where i gave up
and face up
like the golden Trumps

cuz

I have always had a hunch
about this diamond in the ruff


Viva la vida!

how wide a web
how engraved is said?
sheeshy in the red
colonel stephanie's single minds club
refiltering the love
the venture is calling
and i am already missing
the present
how dry a dream
how safe a scene
straightened or wavy
10lbs are less
we are walking coffins
in jest
in gest
the bleeding body
a walking stink
living the tangible
mastering the blink
participles, infinitives, conjunctions
it's all relative functioning
the tense is the beast that breathes
and i shall become a capital She

Remberence

annuals & cancels
planning & impulse
human nature entertains conflict
red is Danger
red is support
red is blood on the soil
smoking ash &
smoking guns
each day hung out to dry
in the tomb of the past
each tomorrow
a mental cast
add it up
attain the synch
match the synapse
make it last
in the colors of Remberence

hierarchy of thought

it's all about that instinct
the primal ink
mapped in the blood
blessed with the gene
(is it a blessing?)
what color is the enemy
who is the prey
the lights are on &
everyone is home
the A/C rumbles
the music uploads
silver spoon living
in respect to the chain
how dark can silence be
revelations of the chi
exhaling thought
the wind carries on