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