We stroll down red riverbeds
calcite whitecaps peeking above
the surface of crimson decay
We sleep among trees,
casting light where there is none
this time of night, we are alone
We cross state lines, county and natural border
and don’t talk about how similar it all appears
that we slept beneath the same trees
elsewhere in the world
Rocks an’ Trees an’ Shit
My Frame Of Reference Exceeds The Picture It Frames
I want them to launch me towards the sun
Put me in a coffee cup, or a tin drum
It matters only where I’m going,
and not where I’m from.
On the sun, all elements turn vapor
My ego will burn up before I get my life down on paper
but my soul will be satisfied, all-knowing;
Baptismal fire, emancipator.
My second coming [...]
Triolet #3
I’ll die to save myself from you
The days of truth are over
Though I never said a word untrue
I lied to save myself from you
Your eyes and lips and hands wont do
I wasn’t looking for a lover
Crying, I saved myself from you
Somehow I think it’s finally over.
Triolet #2
Lead me to the altar
and pull the knife up to my chin
To proove your love wont falter
lead me to the altar.
Perform the movement, wear the couture
I’ll die to be invited in.
Bring me to the altar,
and push the blade beneath my chin.
Triolet #1
Is there something more than this?
In my mind I catalogue the time.
Leaning drunkenly to piss-
Isnt there supposed to be more than this?
Smoking dope, sleeping, taking no risks,
sitting on my ass till it’s time to dine.
There must be something more than this.
Dilegently, I catalogue my time.
