Wednesday, April 29, 2015


can't get out of this loneliness

and by that i mean i don't have myself

Sunday, April 26, 2015


I'm back here
revolving dark blue ocean wave
(attn: maybe fear is blue)
shades mix
and now the power went out
dogs bark outside
I think about three things
the sound of water and guilt
and what if
and the dogs - where am I
this is a deeper time
the air takes time getting here
what a good day
what a dreary night
the answer is in going in and out
in hating the cycle and doing it again anyway
until it means nothing
and something uncovers
somewhere there's a tree of tiny lights that I build all the time
soft leaves
the greenest green
meanwhile I'll sleep in a cloud
yes I'm riding
no rain yet but soon
for now warm stars like branches
of my little tree
waves and barks below
and other confusing sounds