mind you

i am tired
now
i write
late
so thoughts sound
loud
and echoes puncture my finger
(the finger with the important words and the lame attempts)
i don't know
why
i
do it
it's like my come. it must leave me
in this form
or that (la la la di da di da di da, A#m, D#, A#m, D#)
for all the choices
we have
we have
only a few
when it comes
to our guts and our bones
our form lies
deep
shivers wrestle
the loneliness

trying to catch a fly
with a match and some dreams

but when i love ya
in the morning
does it wake
up to a beat
or down to your feet

but i don't
know
i
am
tired
now.
before i delete
this
i must
send. then it will be something
that was
not here

those days gone

in the cusp of orgasm
blood of summers
wrinkles of clocks
stitching up locks

grown to the floor
who knows who
colors of change at midnight
past limp tumbling over the future
a cartwheel of forgetting
through a smoke ring
at 3:06am
burning a now
for a yes
and a puff of never

a second for the smells of the moon
a once for the tickle of a remember

you SAY

this way
i only said that.
then i remembered
this way
and you said
yes
that.
i only want to cut the corners
and meet you here
you only want to rest your head
but meet me here.

so i wiggle to your side

delicious
with bird chirps and sleepy eyes


sometimes i have trouble adapting and learning
putting myself in new shoes and tip toeing around
but we are liquids
and i float around and i'm thirsty
waterfall?
let's dive
swim with me
sea of
amor

jamboree prince(ss)

some people are soup
drink it up
hot or cold
spoon or bowl to(o)
the mouth
wet as fog
i laugh drunk
you on edge
goodnight to the kings and queens
in robes and nick drake cocaine brain, red
blue alone
not so bad
strong as my weakdays
slither on
fridays are my mondays and i juggle jamborees when sun
melts make my ice
cream
into
soup.

muddy shoes (eventual lyrics)

i got mud on my shoes
broke floors are smooth
no one comes in here no more

fall on my throat with dusty strokes
choked on a foot who lost his hope

you'll see
what to do
where to go
who to know
don't move
hold your luck
keep it cool
let it go

with mud on your shoes
you know where to choose
people know you been in here before

hold your breath at the door
grab a light from the porch
something might be coming for you

don't move
you'll see
who knows
you'll be
keep cool
let go
follow me
let's go

cut slack

said to cut you some slack,
so of course:
i will wrap you up in a blanket of slack and then roll it open like a carpet before a queen
from a pirouettes to a plié
dance like a jungle.
i wonder if i play the game. or maybe i play it wrong.
maybe one day the game will play me.

i don't know where we are going.
the future scares me.
i'm learning how to be myself
how to sculpt
i know i think too much
i wonder what you think about...?
sometimes i have no idea
sometimes i really want to know
but maybe it's the wrong time to ask

but oh well
you make me very happy
and im full of love
and you owe me a haiku

too much wanting make a young boy sleep bad with the wolves

in distance
a one or a two (things)
grows/grow
which dance like a rain god and squirm like a wiggle worm
and both may love the other but the other loves not both


like two question marks dropped on their heads, linking
to become (what would it become--??)
but who is really one?
a heart too, pumps in halves
and the veins, blue,
but the body warm and alive
and i want you

cus here in my room
naked like a dog
cold as a penguin
burning like a kettle
i feel everything, want to suck the world's tit
lick the syrup from the fingers of the trees
sing the song of someone's heart, someone's question marks
fingering the cobwebs of a soul
...living a life with details
the exquisite
a yawn in bed before the lights go out.