Living Spinny

Sometimes
do you ever feel crazy?
Like you’re a living condition
of clear and of dizzy?

You’re that walking Motherboard
of all your own thoughts and service
and that you aren’t always living
with what you’d call purpose.

Drifting in the luxuries of ignorance and time
a royal game of powder glam
and you’re just in the corner
making strawberry jam.

Bravery

The way you like it like this,
but can’t say the words.
The way it’ll throw you off course
You Tell me that at Least.
while your back against the plaid
that you gave me
How many years ago now?
Time trickles through the system
and we absorb and believe
that One Day,
we will tell it truly,
How we Like it.
And the Course,
will forever be Changed.

Keep it Up

“Keep it up” is what bosses, coaches, friends and family will say.
Soft, fuzzy and interesting. It’s like they’ve got an invisible standard wall and I’m sitting on it with my red shoelaces dangling and myself just enjoying the great big sun, the clouds and the sky that we all can’t keep up; instead, just live under.

Clarity

Chipped up bananas with sauce the colour of an August sunrise.
Bent from clues across the globe, this place carries itself in it’s own hands.
Careful not to crunch in the dill, that spice is for the yellow rubber ducks. Free from speech because it’s expensive to make one. Or we’re not captured when we speak, only capturing audiences we can’t control.

I won’t buck at stars, but I will drink stars for a few bucks.
I will try not to do E and cough, but I will drink coffee.
Drinks are all the power in your system. Monsters, bulls with wings, even the captain sends morgan to connect with you. As hazy as that gets, they’ll always be the stars to drink, yeah it’ll cost you a few bucks, but the cost of clarity is indispensable.