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Sharing a long, intimate burn between our lungs,
In a small room with a comfortable matress
Staring gazingly into the warmest part of your mind
Hypnotized
I think we’re making love.

–when the rooster crows–

A trillion stars erased by one
Like ten-thousand campfires beside my window
These eyelids are pink

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–far off, a ship–

Silence by choice
Alone is my voice
Inside this body

Slowly we’ll go
Gently we’ll row
Into the silence

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–i can see coloured light reflecting off your soul–

You’re an awkward lanky creature
With dangly bones & a silly hair-cut
You entice me though
Beneath your smooth, golden fur
You’re an incredible, beautiful beast

Your delicate head smells so inviting
But you’re oddly delicious
For some reason
How many licks to your core?

You’re dirty, but so clean
It doesn’t make any sense
A natural phenomena
More than a mere existence

I can’t help myself
But if I can
I’ll help myself

Luckily for us
It’s about you
As much as I

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–missing–

Deep, deep within the blackest corners,
of the darkest storm,
The heaviest clouds rumble mighty bass

Miles above dreary, unconscious millions,
Vultures soar

Below the heavens and starlight
of faraway galaxies
Electricity ignites our sky

Where are you now?

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–trapped–

They’re just revolving doors
With no way out

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–back in may sometime–

Straight as an arrow, young pup
Take me someplace I’ve never been
You didn’t cut your hair for the job
Or did you?

Your mind is a sunny day
Your smile is genuine

I’ll come visit you in 10 years, pup
Will your hair-cut look the same?
You’re legit, dude.

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–dsl-25–

Listening to the stars twinkle
I noticed that the moon has depth
The universe must be real

As I devour this rock
I can hear my pencil scribble
I wonder for how long
Will the sound waves travel?

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–because you told me so–

When my energy
Is exactly the right shape
Language becomes obsolete
I might as well
Speak to a mirror
That reflects before it sees

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–temporary art-time–

The existence of a line
Is never independent
Of a million tiny specks
Spread o’er the canvas blank

The existence of our time
Is linear too

Can you draw a perfect circle?

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–brain cells dancing–

There is no word
For what this music does
To this mind
Or this body
But, like the mountains
It reminds me
Existence is not futile

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–ssh–

Boxy little lives
Warm and quiet
Each and every night
No surprises please

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–resources–

So much information
Concentrated here
On one little planet
What will we do with it?

sometimes i lay at night in bed
listing friendships in my head
and how i’d react should they decide
to culminate in suicide

Every ripe tomato was the same size, she said,
And each carrot the same colour,
It was unbelievable!

They were lined up in perfect rows,
and,
They all tasted soo damn sweet,
Their watery hearts,
And piddly lungs,
Like the purest-looking sugar,
The batch with most bleach.

And the air sat heavy, putrid, still;
Reminded me of the future.
and, and,
I overheard the guard say:
“This is The Final Solution”

You advance like an alien being
Your body pushed forward through space
Awkwardly graceful
Atop solid, organic, mechanical limbs
Powered by the sun

Smooth curves has your craft
And bright, shiny windows
From which you gleam
As you absorb my world
With shutters cracked

I’ll meet you in another realm, alien girl
Your very own dimension
Where germs do not exist
Because I do
Not ever want
To be
Sick

Sitting in this crowded bus
The Energy
Everybody’s Energy
Fields coliding
It shuffles my pen
Scribbled forth
From behind everybody’s curs—–ed eyes
So many worlds for so few fingers
But it’s generally okay
We’re in a state of OKAY
But we don’t know where to go
That’s all my fingers got
Oh,
And don’t cry baby,
Unless those are tears of salty joy

The city is a country
Without any borders
In this enormous world

The city is a country
For those who lack a home
In this conceptual world

This city’s in a country
Because it can never be easy
In this microscopic world

A personalized concert just for my head
Not even my knees can join in
Thank-you Chad Vangaalen
Thank-you Apple corporation
For making this all possible
I’d be in the forest
Pluckin’ a Jew’s Harp
Without you