there’s a peculiar beauty to watching the world catch fire and living in the centre of flames
there’s an off-tone to the rose-colored glasses suddenly turned gold
the form of my waxed wings devouring my existence
what if singing sirens called me to the deceitful sea?
what if i was the sun to my own wings lingering in vulnerability to myself?

there’s a strange state in the air: the wither of life and the aching of death pushing my shoulders to sea
my cold, cold shoulder i turned against my father

there’s some truly pixelated gold surrounding my presence as the hotel my soul adopted falls to the trenches of the water

i fall in love with the in-between of life and death for a second or two or five

my arms flew and swung wide as my life was mapped and completed
i bounced with laughter
and i sunk into the swinging sea with great gaiety

and all of my flames were put out in an instant

A great blanket atop the quiet homes
Flowing without fault or try
A beautiful grey gradient
From the heavens to the Earth
Cascading into the land
Rolling in without a sound

A veil ever lingering
Pierced by everything but nothing
Existing in what would appear to be a stand-still
Only to be moving ever so slowly
All about without any care or doubt

As the great body roams
There isn’t need to scream or cry
The sunlights reflection ever so radiant
Just softer than a grand hearth
To heat the frigid hand
That holds firmly to the ground

Surrounding the daily mingling
Noticing the hills and something
Just beyond the rocky hill
A call ever lowly
Unsure of the words to be made out

Chilling, perhaps even ghostly
Figures in the gleam
So calm and so serene
Taking in the morning glow
Before the fog will surely go

- Jay M
June 24th, 2021

I only want to love you,
for the shortest of time,
since moments are the only thing we will remember.
Unaccounted blips in eternity.
You don't know me.
Have never met me.
Talked to  me,
or felt me.
Does that make loving one another impossible?
I hope not.
Because it might be the only chance we hold
if we believe in destiny.

I forgot how to be a human.  The instructions are simple
:
Breathe, ****, reproduce. Eat


Suffocate in a pale room
Odd time signatures I peel a lemon,
Skinless cat sighs.
Wrapped in krylon
2 note phrases

"I want you, gimmie"
I want a light bulb tenor.
Take a **** in the bowl. Bowels on display, I go boweling. Such fine bowels. You bleed every time.         Rinse out your mouth dear.
0

Who hit the moon?
  With 2 carcasses, the rocks are sublime. Small step for man,  giant leap
for mankind.
Noble savages

Nothing to say


Terrible

Pain.

Words. Block. Words. I write. Now I go.    Back to the drawer. Sit down stand up.   Hush hush,  roses for a corpse. You peel me back,  and wash me away.   No one remembers.  Another line to cross . Erase. Fade.  Stay.  strain

I want a shrine for my remains
A hole full of dirt & creepy crawling things
No preservative fluids pumped in my veins
Just bury me in silk & my favorite rings

I will not pray to extend my existence
I will not be received by the omnipresence
I am undisturbed in my terra firma pocket
with fungus sprouting from my eye sockets

painting pictures in my brain
from the brushstrokes of
a ***** pen
dipped in watercolor rain
aquifers of ink
dye the reservoirs of dreams
seeping underneath the layers
of magnetic black earth
if the mind was a planet
and ideas were a shovel
digging holes
through the gravel
to find my inspiration
a secret golden treasure
buried in a rotted
wooden box
with a broken lock