far from home,
far from conscious,
a fall from grace
isn't as far from
greatness as
one would
think.

progress.
unsung,
fade to black;
fin.

is it though?
I've been renting hopes
like the rest of you.
centrifugal force;
I'm minimum effort
in your pivotal war.
miss me with the *******.
hit the mug with the honey,
[full clip]
that wool slips and let's the light in,
[that isn't funny]
im ******* trying here.

the outside world is eldritch,
inside the crib is meanwhile...
meanwhile, inside the crib
I'm hellbent on using the
downtime to drift
through the ceiling.

pulling teeth out of the maw
of an almost perfect night,
I'm getting lost in
talking about my allergies.

ceiling still solid.

Drinks or religion
i'd ruther be
an honest drunk
than a lying liar
of mythology

Or go away
ok pretty much
most of you
nearly all
of you
should not
take my offer
mmffff ****

Reflections
     of the direction
as if each woman
     an intersection
of sunlight and starlight
     and dark earth

An opening glitters
     and pulls hard
pillows fly past
     my blind approach
I am know nothing
     light that is hunger

May I open you up
     brighten your infinite day

disrobing disbelief
as if it were a lover
just as drunk as I am
got me nothing
but more disbelief.

so now I sleep alone,
clothed,
with fantasy.

"tell me a story,
any story,
about anything",
I whisper
to tobacco stained wallpaper
my vulnerability
breeds like
rats behind.

it goes,
it's gone,
it's nowhere;
I watch honeybees dance atop
baby's breathe from a jail cell.

it's all so ******* gorgeous.

around me swirls nothing
of which I am certain

in me swirls everything
shaken and stirred
mr bond

maelstroms unite
get organized
blow harder
start blogs

pensive i am
'bout that

ache in my *******
as if they
have
an opinion
on this

this

this easement
of a wedge

of a sense
you can feel coming
something is

I would like the world to change
to suit me

I would like you to change
to please me

I would like me to change
to accept this

Don't fight the change