you cannot tame,
what is already dead,
the sands of time have tried.
the narrow path,
the only way,
through all the futures seen.
what was told,
written long ago,
wont be known by us.
if dark hides truth,
then bear witness from the light.
when we dream, we see the fruit,
eonic seeds, from oldest suns.
do not fear, and do not rush,
the soul older than this life.
i feel scruff
object in void
sound of something alive
no reactive mass, just bump.
In the dark, i do hide, under starry blanket spot.
Plug my ears, surrounded by distraught
Possibly a combination of tells
That hits right,
Still reading the treasure map
Where's the X?
Oh my god.
.
...
a slow piano jazz
fills the bar, the smokey vibes
and cocktails, ice, glass clinks
of troubled minds feeling
weariness depart.
rain outside in the brick alley
way while memories of you
are plucked in emotional intervals;
inner skull, and they bounce around
reflecting this version of my life.
nothing beats A Dive to explore
all that. Those crystal tumblers
help the bone collectors as they pour; so
look at my cup, decide on the empty
or full. The band plays the weekend only
and if it stops raining
the lightbulb for last call flares -
sounds of bodies shifting from dancing
to chairs scraping the floor.
the music can be heard always
but no way it stays the same.
theres a bounce house
in your life
maybe someday
Little shopping on side,
side of lunch
& the band arrives.
Sunny skies big days with little much,
Happy and cool, coasting down tubes
Under blue light.
I see you smiling,
Hold me close in your arms
Worse and better together.
