mead composition.

I don't need to be overly intellectual, esoteric or wordy.
I'm not trying to impress, these words often go nowhere but back around again.

All I know is that I love you like the blind love sound.

and that's it.

on second thought, let's stay in.

a myriad of images, your shape, your relentless smile
slowly fading out like 1920's photography
scratches up and down the picture, burn holes through the negatives
beset by our deep sea blanket dives
you seized me
I can't get the scent off no matter what soap I use
even she couldn't get this far in, or maybe it's just the timing
everything is timing
you played dead and watched the crowd weep
mostly selfishness with a bit of ignorance and lust for good measure
dangerous
who are you and where did she go
and when will I find her
just remember, you made them weep,
and you're still breathing

terrible, terrible liar

that burns twice as bright,

gnashing;
my fingers are frustration white
and in the picture you gave me I see honesty
your eyes avoid the shutter but the flash reflects off of your heart
bruised knees and swaying trees, it's out there
the explanation game
high and dry is the fashion trend
you went off the script and improvised
aw, baby girl
where's the message I'm looking for
I'm planning on having you as a big part of my future
yeah, this crooked smile is anything but.
who would ever do this

who

flammable heights.

we could have never caught fire at that altitude
we couldn't
someone brought us down to flammable heights
and I'll never know where you go
at this point we could walk past each other in the street without a word
swapping tender perfection for cold beds
it won't stay this way forever
when you know I don't exist for you anymore
that's when you'll come to second guess yourself
someone put fuel in the water hose
slashed the tires on the truck
put the firemen on sedatives and hypnotics

I'll hold a note for you as long as I can until my breath runs out
and when my lungs burn and my veins are trying to escape
you're either oxygen
or you're not

little devices, tunnel lights.

you make me feel crop circles
stranded in stains
I'm a mess; shattered organs and entrails strewn across all rooms
supposed giants of emotion
but how can this be when we're as simple as sugar water
these are camcorder memories and they never end well
you're gaseous, entering and exiting
you're shadows on my cranium
you can make your own notch on my bedpost
if that's all you wanted it to be

Medusa stared at herself and turned into stone, when all I wanted was for her to speak

ended up staying for more than just the night.

baby just put me to sleep
we'll look this good regardless, just put me to sleep
whether it's my fingertips on your skin
or the lie you've been living in
when I'm this deep I either drown or come up for air
baby I try so hard
I break records with the effort
the songs won't ever stop
but I can change lyrics
so watch your step
and baby doesn't like it when I smoke
she's light through a prism
but with or without I'm still making history
watch your step

breathefuture.

when they come, I need you to be here for me
it will be fine
just hold my hand
they'll be dressed in white and playing with big words
you'll be scared
it's all I ever needed was for you to be here for me
I'm not perfect, I promise
but I'll try so hard for you
you'll see shaking and braces
you will never see me again
my skin will come off
they'll tidal wave in and wash away just as fast
everything will be clean
sanitation-style
but regardless of what you learn
just know that I love you
I really, really love you

manica.

I'm blind in here, shaking it out
staccato heart beats
stains and sin
leave the windows open so the air can dance
shadows on the walls like
ghosts of the people we're lying to
The Audience Translucent
the last time I felt this, ______________
collecting memories
injecting them in my veins
paranoia pheromones
my perception is so wretched
details, details!
just enjoy the night
and leave your rings on my bedside

marionette.

time spent without, oh so draconian
quiet rooms and loud thoughts
your existence is an impossibility
I'm flawed for having such a necessity
my pedestals are way too encumbered
and my arms are still empty

I think I'll stop writing for a while
cut the strings

turning/tossing.

I'm betting on temper tantrums stacked high against possibilities and people betting on you using your ears instead of your heart, closing your eyes and shutting out the world when it doesn't spin your way, fashioning your lips into weaponry and ignoring the poltergeist instead of exorcising it, writing lettings about magnanimous impregnation and stuffing them deep into my pocket while I bet on temper tantrums, my words never lie, my words will never lie, emotion-filled hard drives uninstalled and looped endlessly like beautifully delayed feedback controlled with knobs and sentenced to death when it gets too loud for you, I Am The Mile You Walk In Shoes You Haven't Worn Yet, it's simpler than you think when you shut out the sounds, our church is warm and inviting so why wouldn't you build it in the arctic instead of the jungle, Joni Mitchell singing her single while an entire continent vibrates with understanding and what earthquakes feel, I need you as an orchestra heard from inside the pit and not as the sounds of a phonograph heard relentlessly flickering through the breeze from a distant source.

you're a christmas that never comes, you're the reason for dreams, I could bury this so deep and still be afraid of it.
don't try looking for me. just find me already.