peanut butter and jelly


smooth crunch,
dilapidated layers,
crushed into,
nuts and margarine,
it seems those screams,
in dreams are clarity,
in reality,
whispers of margins,
so close,
shaves and wavy days,
charging in %’s in head rests,
pieces left in indents of you,
on the mattress.
The fact is,
subjective to the
context of sparks,
ignited by espionage,
rubber gloves,
the ****** scope,
from afar,
how did we cope
before they put us together,
in jars.
The antithesis,
of all we can be.
Weak at the knees.
Peanut butter and jelly,
ready to eat.

Who is it that you write to
some face in your third eye
vague and dreamy
Who are your messages for
the phantom universe hovering over your bed
That noisy place you wrest your head
Some folks inquire-
"What is it you desire?"
And the only sound answer is
"Everything."
But nothing in particular-
Maybe a cottage by the sea
Salty taste
Far from him
In an isolated tea party
with that hatter who lost touch with reality
At least as dreamers see it
And when I fall asleep it's not next to him
I wasn't his enemy when he's insecure
and now he's someone else's disease to cure
Beaten roads lead to many distances
Tomorrow could dissipate like breathes
I speak to ghosts on the outskirts of society
Wandering souls who speak in emotion
who can only be touched by melodies
that hover like fog over a graveyard
Those apparitions on the road that
disappear after you catch them in your peripherals
We are a dying brood of siblings
Superseded by imitation and the death of community
Magic lives in owl eyes and sits on benches at midnight
with only it's own voice to console itself when no one sees it

" I met a woman from Colombia, our cultures
are far from the same.
Yet when we kiss are thoughts become one,
as we dismiss the world of all it's childish games."

For someone who loves to unnecessarily just talk & talk
Regardless of all the silent responses she often got
This speechlessness feeling is quite a shock
Suffocating with endless feelings, feeling less she is NOT
I know it sounds preposterous & absurd
Since cold & heartless she tended to display
Because the fire in her had no longer burned
She had broken pieces with an ash covered soul & the darkness faded her away

You have gone insane my friend
I fear your brain is coming to an end
You have gone insane my friend
I fear your brain is coming to an end
You have gone insane my friend
I fear your brain is coming to an end
You have gone insane my friend
I fear your brain is coming to an end