the consequence of soundsby the hum of traffic and delusion
fingers dance, interlacing through heart strings
catch the crescendo of intuition
as multitudes of ambivalence sing
in between the rise and falls of rhythm
diamond bullets slice through blank concrete lines
splintering cadences in collision
resonating as its lost soul aligns
infinity is a false impression
lies engraved in flossy thoughts, strewn in skies
of clouds hovering in free abandon
scattering light in kaleidoscope eyes
she's free falling in forced inspiration
oh the arsonist of aspiration.
double exposurethe world's spinning in my eyes
more than you'd imagine imagine
reality is so hard to come by
you're spinning in my eyes.
it's only this searing music
our weary constitutions of faith
that's taken a grasp of these realms of protection.
i'll go along with assurance
mundane sicknesses wrestled in what you call your heart
what you'd store your feeling emotions in
ones that don't wash up ashore.
i'll admit i'm warped in stories, intangible sin
those mixed-up messed-up suspensions
the world is still too big to dissolve and warp ourselves against
straining to what you call your 'limits', your 'different' again?
why what are you, me, we
still obsessing in the rips of comedy, inborn fear
i'd be apparent with you irony
but i'm exhausted, trapped in a winterblizzard hiatus settled in summerheat--
she won't faint from inanition
he's only in love with the idealistic
those lovely sunsets sinking in dilated pupils
the black hole in every pair of electric irises
replaying these moments in its crystal
uncertaintyit was uncertainty
breathing, bleeding, blue-green trepidation
sticking it down your throat
ending up on the wrong side of the billboard
suffocated by that flimsy masking tape, it peeled it peeled
the bruise that won't fade, it's an ache i still remember
four hundred skimping beats dragging weary strides
with the rush of the mingling hush
stop, just stop, stop!
mind still racing in avoidance, yearning
take me farther, let's escape once more.
it is word&world tumbling and not parachuting
intentions seeping in, it's wrong, it's disconnected
to the vacant thought bubble
but i'd embrace mismatched letters for you anyway.
i never saw you there running on minuscule legs
racing across on pinpoint edges
never had that pulsing headache that made your fluency
blur and squirm and drain with the toppling swarm of beige and pain
i'd say oddities,
losing the thirst of yearn
forgetting the elusive details that they could remember
and replaying your cadences incessantly
stop, just stop, stop!
the in-between, the wonders of emerald green, that transformed itself
the love of cerulean blue and jonquil, it was semi-transformed
different, almost, always almost
it's not the bruise that won't fade
it's the piercewhite with the grey splotches
staring, spacing out the pervading illumination.
it's knowing you're there, here, in this conscience
in the next extent of subconscious hallucinations
that you'd appear again zip, zap
imagine, imagine, deceive!
you didn't remember.
running in these capillary threads
scattered clouds above this burden,
warped skyscrapers reaching under
to the inklings of early june.