evolve
ring was purchased,
rounded, life stencils,
poured, spun.
a century with me.
childhood taught,
“if you come, you will find it”
global strains-
of us and them.
i loved, but
i have to evolve
now.
pancakes
tangled in feathers,
tucked under pancake-
layered sheets.
your’re the butter,
drenching me-
together.
pillows to soften
the blows of kisses
against your chest,
i slept in,
missed breakfast.
on listening
followed you,
all the way back from
last minuet.
ran on telephone lines,
to beat every signal,
flaring.
they wanted to,
i needed to,
get in focus,
we are unclear
so we raced,
we lost.
on listening,
was it better
to be heard
through the deafening
screech of every passing train,
or to be ignored
through the drip drop’s
in the quietness of rain?
nebula
today, shall we design the worlds we long each other to revolve around the multiplication of our meanings, which divide the pasty aperture into billions of blur. i’m painting your erosions with my aluminum hands; sculpted from mercury’s weary horizon.
tomorrow, shall we step onto broken
shallow sea glass and
fix the posture of serene nebulas
burying deep below the dusty o-zone.
i’m kissing your intentions so we could
perceive the multiplication of our meanings.
monsters
i’ve met you in places where
the rainbows circle the sky,
i’ve chased you in places where
the comets follow when we’d collide,
and you’ve plucked all the pedals off our flowers, worldwide.
so i’ve now composed a monster,
which has purposely sought,
the reasoning for everything,
you’ve once composed
then, had so easily forgot:
“she loves me so, she loves me not”
tips for hardcore shows
1) never wear flip flops
-you will lose them
-you might trip into a near by mosh pit
-your feet will be stomped on
2) don’t stand at the back of the room
-show will be no fun
-shows that you don’t want to be involved with the music
-your probably a “negative nancy”
-doesn’t make you look cooler
3) if you want to mosh
-take turns with other fellow hardcore dancers
-try preventing the hitting of bystanders whom are not involved in the pit
-create a circle pit during your favorite breakdowns
-be prepared to get hit involuntarily
-push as many people as you can, but they will push you
-help kids if they fall, and as to you
-take breaks between breakdowns,
-you will have more energy for dance moves in upcoming circle pits
4) if you don’t want to mosh
-stay near back of the room or sides
-don’t push people, go with the crowd
-move away from pit if one forms nearby
-scream, cry, and make a scene if your pushed into one
5) if you want to crowd surf
-make a “lift” signal to the nearest big guy around
-when one lifts you, act like a dead body so the crowd can push you with ease
-if you move too much, be prepared to to accidently fall to the floor
-always be prepared to fall
-never kick or punch while your crowd surfing, you are vulnerable to everyone around you
-always know, if your near the front, you will possibly loose your spot
-don’t attempt to get on stage, the security guards may give you a hard time
6) recommended attire for hardcore shows
-no more than 1 shirt
-tight jeans
-all body jewelry
-old school shoes
-ridiculous costumes
-don’t wear flip flops or Uggs
7) if you want to go to a hardcore show
-have a lot of fun
-drink a lot of water/ it’s going to be fucking hot
-don’t wear a lot of clothes/ it’s going to be fucking hot
-try moshing
-try crowd surfing
-meet new hardcore people
-feel hardcore
my lightbulb had feelings
before it went dark last night.
for the last time, you had gleamed
your beams of light upon our charities.
everything had then begun disconnecting,
casting our morbid shadows, and illuminating
the diminished cardboard boxes
of crumpled scenery which we had once shared.
masquerade
everyone is no one:
when we sculpt
ourselves in clay.
at stake of a shape,
we can conceal our
promises to display:
the cleansing of
confusion and the
durability of astray.
i am a fish
i am a fish without scales,
and my friends are the whales
and
i am a fish without fins,
and the water is my skin
and
i am a fish without bone,
and i don’t have a home
and
i am a fish without a hook,
and i was lost in a brooke
and
i am a fish without a fish,
and i can grant you a wish
and
i am a fish without the sea,
and i can climb a tall tree
and
i am a fish without me,
and i can only be free
and
i am a fish.
