moonlit stone

blue light

you've been swallowed by blue light

blue gown
you've been dressed in a blue gown

clouds blush under your rule

getting close
illuminate globes
open window

light show



castle


II.

nonsense
whimsical humans,

does free will bind
your veins to tree bark
rooted in lies
yet parade like eagles?

disgusting


swearing your love to an earth
that grew to deny you
since birth

madre tierra


LISTEN (fuck you)

when the universe is speaking to you







today I vow
death


music in my head pours out
like syllables on a metronome
creativeness contagious

have you set something up in your life that has left room for honesty?
are you comfortable in your body?

send me


a sign


my name with
dry
blood

last week
I thanked
blue skies for
body bracelets

gave me a pen
paper skin

nothing is left
paper thin

when did my story begin?
no memos
no post-its
this is the end

resurrect the dead
please find my hip-hop

I know she ain't dead



money to spend
the valuable the tragic
no santa marias
just flagships

the moon splits in two
everytime that I look up


"I feel you"
be straight up
or shut the fuck up


visual acceptance
when did this start?
my pain is now art


my corpse just a dot
long like latitude
no longevity
just similes



II




IF YOU FEEL ME
TELL THEM SOMETHING
THEY DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME





fuschia

purple converse drowning
in slimy sea water
that you pull

like the nectar from veins
attempt to pollinate
silly fool

switch into the flow of things
diamond rings and spoken word
that sounds like
that sounds like

you sound like fuschia

vividly vibrating volumes
drove your wavelength
ended up in Vegas

futures and pasts and paths
overlap

the urge to pollinate
has never been greater


II.

short conscious story of your middle aged little daughter. she's slept on enough comets to realize that running is the  drug everyone's overlooked. we're calling your agent who says you are booked, but you are in Vegas. they say you've changed--"you've replaced us." me, I'm drifting along this pond searching for baby mosquitos. the wisdom is shown by the worn samsonite. your phone doesn't stop ringing in my dreams, just like my ears that never stop hearing your screams.


IV

to love
is the easiest thing
I never had to do