Off

An off night
leads to the lack
of ability
to turn it off.

A quick sensibility, however,
results in thoughts of future,
an East coast neighborhood,
houses disimilar, filled with fog.

And mist that drips
during a 6 a.m. wake up call,
as I drift back to the west side,
of ports and surfers.

I think forget my possibilities,
and all that stands before me,
to recall my peaceful thoughts,
and fall asleep tonight.

A Wall

If I ever needed a prayer,
I need one now.
Or a flux capacitor,
a crystal ball.

I’m slowly growing tired
of this slowly moving time,
as I make slow-motion contact
into a wall.

Falling off the cliff
of my homestay timeline.

We’re on our way

And when I think ahead
for just a few moments
I’m able to breathe
knowing my heart
is solidly protected,
silently reciprocated.

I miss the days I’d wake up
to those big eyes
prior to hours
laying around.

I miss the days we’d lay at night
while I sang to you words
full of truth, heart
and watched our show.

But then I think ahead
for just a few moments,
and I’m able to breathe
knowing my heart
is solidly protected,
silently reciprocated.

Your pencils, my trick tracks

Why is it we can’t seem to
catch a break
with our hands open
and desperate in disguise?

When all we ask for
is an extension in a series
of hours we happen to be present
around one another.

But not a single worry arises
when I open these eyes
to see the path we lay down
piece by peace.

To our three, four or seven.
Our fights and make ups.
Our travels, our laughs.
Your pencils, my trick tracks.

Minus You

Our Earth circles and solves.
It spins and dissolves time
into infinite particle matter
we breathe.

I can no longer believe
in a planet minus you,
in a life minus you,
in a love minus you.

Terribly hard to describe
to those who will listen.
Perfectly effortless
while we reminisce.

Unprecedented.
I don’t know if ill ever
figure out how you cast this spell.
I know I like what I’m under.

Know

To say I’m anything less than lucky
would be a fabrication of the life I live,
my life with my head in the galaxies.

Because I hold in my hands the greatest thing
and I’ll protect it until the day my life cannot continue,
with a smile and a warm heart the entire way.

Bring on the Fog

I can sense the sun collapsing
behind the endless silhouette
of a mountain due for its autumn dew.

Months of hot air prepares for winter skies
Acid pours out of skin,
gets absorbed in the mind.

Bigger forces are at work
to cool the planet,
rid heat’s cancer from its people.