I dream of a space of freedom with nomad royalty drifting the landscape pursuing fragments of paradise
I desire dark elves and androgynous gods free in their bondage submitting only to desire rubbing sliding together in ecstasy
I see the visions of green waters golden lights laughing faces singing voices together in the abundant now
I feel the world blowing past on wheels and sails and wings we move absorbed in the dance of our holiness
I come into this world my righteous inheritance the blood in my veins crackles and joy burns away the mundane
That salmon pink of the living autumn
leaves me breathless in the teasing drizzle
lost in profundities of cloud and sky,
revelatory
in how they hide the distance from me
shaping a space bound by seagull cries
and the gentle rhythm of the waves.
I’m certain, I don’t have a doubt,
I can find every trick I want to play
in the words of William Burroughs.
I’m certain, I don’t have a doubt,
I can find every word I want to say
in the songs of Leonard Cohen.
I’m certain, I don’t have a doubt,
I can find every song I want to sing
in the eyes of my beloved.
This gorgeous day’s not here to stay
Get out and play before it fades away
Life’s celestial music’s for you to hear
Hold those you love so very near
It’s okay to keep singing with the band
Even if there’s no promised land
No gorgeous day is here to stay
Go out and play before you fade away
No matter what there’s naught to fear
We’ll be together when we’re out of here
Nothing ever works like we planned
Remember you can always hold my hand
This gorgeous day’s not here to stay
Because you love me we will find a way
No gorgeous day is here to stay
Let’s go and play before we fade away.
Confused eyes, pouty lips,
following the white rabbit,
Alice not Neo.
Does it make sense to grieve a dream,
to mourn a fantasy,
to feel loss for what you never had,
or are these tears for nothing?
like a Crow on the wing
instead of a Wolf on the hunt
whistling wind
i am the ghost of 99 all my heroes are already dead living out of a backpack sleeping under bridges and on people’s couches eating dry ramen
all i own is a diskman some paperbacks this notebook and my younger brother’s skateboard wearing sunglasses because my eyes can’t handle light
haven’t slept in six days and have trouble remembering my name i answer every question with what? because i’ve ruined my hearing at shows
burned bruised and cut myself and everything i own is saturated with the smell of coffee smoke jack daniels sweat and rejection
addicted to cigarettes on purpose because I’m trying to kill myself slowly. “self improvement is masturbation but self destruction…” is art.