I breathe in the air
The air is bloodstained
The breathing solid favors from the dope dealers
The air is smoked up in a handful of dreams of psychedelic revelry
Hence, velleity towards these things attentively captures my mind in blossoming flower
Unable to quote as a substitute for wit, astute isn't it if we could talk through ordeals and ideals
Hidden and stricken out, dreaming for better tides and times
Waiting for the man, with bated breath and literate mind
The mindful soulful vibes that I can accept for the fooling summer madness

It was so frustrating that a song
a lyric even
just words really,
would transport me back to the memories of a boy.

He was the beginning of summer
unable to keep me company in the coldest winter.

And the sad reality of the current moment in time was that
I must set my heart free
from this middle place.

Most are shifters
  few are stayers

Seven days
laid out in a lawn.

Leaven air in ways
that we can smell at day

It's only shade
when fires burn at eve

It's the only way...
air breathes, too much for us to grieve.

i was lost,
trying to find myself
somewhere in middle,
i found you
drenched and soaked in my self loathe
you were warm
i found you
you had me
but i lost you
but i have you
but then i dont
with a blink of an eye it's real
with a sigh of a breath, you are gone
like a mirage in the dessert
i saw you
i found you
i had you
but i didnt

latent energy I wish I had: cold hands
stick to themselves in subzero, sticky with
regret and stagnancy: too many stags running about
harbingers of doom and gloom
eden's garden disintegrating at the sight of
the new bloom: wind beating in my eyes
turning around trees and warping leaves
train stations leading nowhere
thoughts compressed into bullets
and backwards thinking: could you tell me where we are, please?