Tuesday, August 23, 2016

(w/ 2 Matts and a Bailey)


Crossing over mad, 
age over ice
ignoring makes sad
the slice of life
the wayward drifting of leather
over oceans of asphalt
constantly striving for better
to a place that never has fault

the one and the two 
the edge of your kiss
the ledge what was provided
said you are young here it is
here is your life, an infinity of choice
that begs you to choose, yet will pleads be 
jagged. be broked on 
that precipice, half dangling
I choose what changes into songs that hurt
so they will be gone by the time they are better
and become the ballads of changing
they never intended to be

to be anything invokes the pain of division
my cells sing of oneness as our bodies are broken
Longing to lie along you, ignoring time and space
minute hand spirals while menut arms embrace
indifferent a las horas spent basking in your aura
and what drives me out 
of that presence wails
IS THAT THE END? 
IS THAT IT? 
weary, elastic breast of mine is clicking tighter
with every second hesitated
the saving made tighter by one flow
toward the heavy lung I want to land on
   Is that the end 
   Did Ulysses return home
   Can you see any other way
      but the cork of the pap
      of what was a miracle of ever open
         the new single of a New You
         the forced result of a masterpiece
a missing piece
10,000 miles away from me
for I am a coward, and I am a fool
I left you shattered, an orphan in Istanbul
Fragments of an opal, scattered in Constantinople
The light remains focal, and still I stay hopeful
that some comet will dust its majesty
upon the silver line
    between our deities and 
we will know god like
tin cans
and remember the can as only you and the 
electric drums if I could choose
it'd be the only move enough to 
keep moving, never cease
a rampant, ragged rain-soaked release
I'm the stain on the stocking (stalking)
of this stark white savage civilization 
for the name of a sorry creation.

And here comes the omen
And here comes the omen
  of what I wanted to believe in
And here comes the omen 
  of where I am 
And here comes the 

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