Climbing the heights of Imagination
With that great longing need to
Seek out purer reality.
Does it exist? If not, from where descends
Which inner compulsion feels
Like homesickness, heavenly?

You shine as far off mountain range
or breath of southern sea,
you shine like yellow meadow
basks with butterfly and bee

You shine as lonely patient gorge
crawls from heart of Earth,
and rivers ablaze with autumn fire
dream long forgotten birth

You shine as that kiss one
ripe
electric
afternoon
trickles down your spine,
you shine eternal morning
you shine
you shine
you shine.

You're a gleaming coin in a wishing fountain
A reflection of God to me

Snapbacks.
V-necks, low pants.
Bad grades.
Drugs.
Rude *******
This is the definition of swag.
So why would you brag?
Because it really sounds like a drag.

Another line off
a ****** broken
toilet-seat.

&
The guy with
smiley face eyes
is done-gone
getting himself,
into another
fist-fight.

With all the other
crack-cats.
For the biggest bag-o-rocks,
from the litter box.

Living the White-Trash dream.
Is just a day-dream
throw-away...

"bang.bang".

“You have to move, get up.”
“I don’t want to.”
“This is sad you need to get over yourself.”
“I’m broken, and I don’t think I can be fixed.”
“Then fake it. Get up and put on a smile.”
“It hurts too much; I just want to cry.”
“No crying! It’s not worth it.”
“But I just can’t let go…”
“You have to move on. It’s the only way.”
“Please, all I want is five minutes to let it all out.”
“You’re pathetic. Fine. Five minutes.”
“Thank you,” said the heart.
“You’re welcome,” said the mind.
And the heart and mind cried together.
Just for five minutes.