Grey problematic areas can mean the darkness of it all. Rainbow rams your orange cream smile into tea cups that sparkle salt into raw eyesight. Crayon water, it’s how jellyfish paint at the bottom of the Artic waters.
To hold my head
under water running,
to teach me that to strain against flow
is the watered down epitome
of self destruct.
When we open up, we let Life in.
In a boat, with buffalo and goat.
It’s just a matter of ya ya yes. And the,
the more you understand the open, the more you recognize it.
The more you seek for it, the more wide your world becomes.
And Life boat becomes
equipped for all waters
and with goose and giraffe.
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.
I used to think you just pretended not to know, but now I know you really don’t know. I thought you acted dumb so you could get more out of people. But now I know. You have a brain of a really really smart dinosaur.
I don’t need to say hope you have fun. Because you always do.
I hope you don’t get brain freeze.
Unless you want to.
And if your brain does freeze, I hope it’s a thinkin’ thought you like.
“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.
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.
It knocked me off my crimson soulchair
the style of that creation
and I sold my self fierce
with a spun spine
and watched flakes of flame wander
just to lose this idea
that I was alone.
Furry brain stuck in my head
sitting on stone steps at three am
after it rains
with mint in my mouth.
Not cold nor wet
just plain and loose.
I watch power lines
in between leaves
a space I see with glaze
covered donut eyes
gloss runs dry
and the sun comes out
and it is 3 am.