energy transfer,
filling the stanzas
entering the void of
hare krishna.
utopian shot of
haven, found again in
staves of ravens.
a murder of crows
a lifeblood of shows
to fear the end
and jump instead,
it’s saving you.
push further
inside, there is nothing
to hide now
take a bow and begin
again, break through.
independence day
running rampant
not okay
shaking, silly tics
adore me before i die
hit a lick
feel the air
clean and clear
it’s what i pick
what i cant kick
i couldnt see
to make believe
living in a fantasy
carelessly, aimlessly
fearful of life
so i killed myself slowly
with poisons
chosen, for the boys in
the back
of the silent rooms
no help, only doom
we will survive
if we revive
narcotics anonymous
deep dive soon.
do you ever feel an illogically otherworldly connection to someone,
even an idea of someone
far far away in a distant but
achingly close parallel universe,
vibrating on the same frequency as the steps beneath your feet
you feel them in your dreams,
you hear their neurons fire,
you feel them draw each breath somewhere in
the nooks of your brain,
the parts that people tell you not to listen to
it’s a geometric and cosmic connection-
three points meandering involuntarily to the middle like a triad
of linear paths;
the incredibly deep and vast lives of three people
seemingly simultaneously chronological and
insane
maybe it’s an alcoholic veteran living in Miami,
an innocent child following her imagination into the forest,
and a mad scientist finding the secrets of alchemy
you see signs of them everywhere,
deep bursts of intuition and deja vu’s-
synchronicities which not even Carl Jung can explain
ones that shake you to your core but
rock you to sleep like a child all the same
maybe in the 10th dimension we are all
one
do we or do we not all vibrate on the same plane,
a reality where every single sentient being
is on one level,
one existence,
one realm of equal importance post-
-reincarnation?
or am i just
crazy?
we fear death
but down the hall we see
nothing is left.
right and wrong;
write the songs
and forget the seer-
nothing is here
for the taking.
shapeshift, making
turns and burning lungs
never remembering to
climb the rungs.
this is the past,
the future is intertwined
with the last
signature written
with wine-
you must follow
the signs.
lying there, lying again
infinitely unfazed
hazes, daises, fields and
fugazi
within.
defend the blooms,
the innocence,
the blue.
that doesn’t happen anymore,
the synthesis.
i swore
that door
would be closed,
now we’re in the roses,
dozed.
i want to turn on
again. i want to feel,
dont scoff, get off the lawn
this is real.
pick me a flower
don’t be
a coward;
i’ll be reborn within
the hour.
i used to live in glass houses;
not knowing the secrets which laid
inside the crystalline hysteria.
i was barricaded in by
refracted light which took no side-
no matter how much i begged,
the colors made up their own mind.
i could look out and see the whole world
but not look inside myself. i got lost.
the house kept growing, more rooms
appearing, walls shaking
ground breaking
no exit signs to cross.
i broke through the bedroom wall
on a pitch black night:
the sound was all around,
ringing out words which were
now my heroine;
words i could not say without
hearing empty echoes reply.
i dont cry-
even though im cut, bleeding
onto the clear,
shattering meaning and voices,
drowning out the no’s and yes’s
to hear what’s real.
i just do;
and now im free.
a rezoning of
the binding shine;
catatonic in mind,
ultrasonic in time.
glide, slow, soft
feel me out of
this cough.
with this sickness
i restore riches and
banish phantom glitches,
it’s all aloft.
reach above and sort
through the bile,
stretch all the way to
nine mile
and file the denial
into ditches.
clipper ship
attached to my hip
like a weapon
incendiary
and the rose blooms
in its cage
in its phase
during halcyon days
im not ready
heartbreak shatter silently
feel the rush
of the water violently
not doled out gently
in the anarchy
of the soul
we forget our colors
we forget our roles
but we are gilded still
and one day
if we are lucky
we’ll get our fill
on the highway
i see you there fluttering
do you know me?
do you want to?
my heart skips a beat
no, two
and i follow you
where do we end up?
is it where everyone goes,
into the infinite wings
where the angels sing
and i fear nothing?
i can no longer cry
as they continue to
proselytize;
the fear of flight finds me
as i hide inside,
behind the eyes.
its like striking a match
with no flame or fuse-
time keeps passing and
i need another bruise.
within myself i contain
the lies of generations with
ties to interstellar stations.
its still in me,
if not deep:
it may be hidden
but its my desire to keep.
