the thoughts are like a night sea

churning with monsters prey and predator beneath

vast and seemingly continuous

the moon glow just a mocking reflection

anchor, need an anchor

or

i will sink

here

alone and lost

.

pigs can fly and chew on your bones
camel pass through needles and toe your pants
pirates sing and steal your voice
and
I can
write to
myself

When will my wine soaked heart learn that
the fear of uncertainty is steering me
into a haunting corner, wavering
my tomorrow
into dust


?

I am the song I cannot sing
I am chained to your whims
I am the lesson I cannot learn
I am the hallow cistern
I am the eyes of the dead
I am bound to your might
I am the over-wound clock
I am the sun's last breath
I am the fading dream
Drink, drink, drink my surrender

Exempt

I don't need a pond
I close my eyes and things disappear
I don't need to tell anyone
I have convictions of impunity
I don't need the network
I know the usual ending

When will I be whole again?

Crying for the absence of my someday

Missing the sound of a far-away stranger’s voice

If I had only known the how relative the word sanity really is,

I might have been the me I truly wanted and told the rest of them to fuck off.

wine of your thoughts
from fruits of conviction
fermented in gravel
tumbling off an echo

pass down the white reeds
and the books of mystery
till the heart weighs lighter
than the feather of death

My mailman is very cute
I'm jealous of his little suit
He has beautiful blue eyes
Although, I hope his jeep dies
Just for one single day I will
be happy not to receive a bill

3

instill lucid delirium

resurrect drowning hidden

secret sheltered separates

lying drowned referee

diarrhea inequity adapted

aptitude fields adorned