For him.

Your coffee touches my lips

filling my heart with caffeine.

The day is hot outside but

somewhere in this desert

I've found air conditioning.

I wondered where the water was

within this "oasis."

But I know that it's not a mirage.

I found my answer written

in the sands of a stop watch.

Fast forward, neon lights make

me nauseas;

but in your eyes the moment

lingers and sickness dissipates.

I feel the security in your

fingers as you stroke my fears to death.

They all shriveled up under the desert sun.

But you, my canteen, you keep me afloat.

I finally get it.

I finally had our moment,

and in that breath of time,

the definition is as clear as

H2O.

Farewell to Twins.

It was never hard to reach you
back when when we were solid masses.
Now I try to touch you
but we are naught but shameful gasses.
Hazy, glittering fools
swirling lies as time does pass us.
But the more we fade to black
my mind can only linger
when life was just as solid as a muscle or a finger.
When our faces knew us
and our shells we're fervent strangers.
We knew the names of colors,
you and I like shore and sea.
It wasn't hard to know you
because we were both like me.
Everything we dreamt of
was in rhythmic harmony.
Our minds conversed in languages
alien to everyone.
They thought they could decode us
but we shared an encrypted tongue.
Our folly was vibrant brilliance
and our mistakes made in good fun.
But when the moon did pull away
and the tides began to change,
somehow the language drowned in waves,
the timing in the gray.
Our grip on life began to slip
as the night gives in to day.
Metamorphosis - you tyrant!
Jester Reality at your side
while Lady Life begins to laugh
as peasant fantasy bows out to hide.
Naive smiles melt away,
run-off within the streams we've cried.
Fast forward several lifetimes
through mounds of shredded skin
to a day when we both decided
silently to just give in.
Winter's frozen every Eden
that blossomed deep within.
Shallow pools of empty voids
as we float along this road.
I don't know what you look like
now that my clock's set to "Go."
And if I should ever stumble
across fallible tracks encased in snow,
I can't say that I've missed you
because my heart just doesn't know.

I, Tumbleweed.

Tumbleweed.
Chaotic mess.
This is all I know.
The fingers, thin and spiny,
cleverly intertwined.
Once rooted.
There are roots.
But the wind, she severed them all. 
Brutal injustice,
or
heroic escape?

My home.

Nonexistent.

I can't remember

where the parents first made love

and reproduced me.

I am nameless.

And chaotic.

Father root and mother earth

had a fatal fight.

I think.

The wind,
she divorced them.
She must have.
I am the result.
I am the escape.
I think.
Gnarled fingers
pointing blame
at everyone but me.
Pointing at every destination
but home.

I don't know them.

I can't remember.

Memories?

I have none.

Did the say goodbye,

or

good riddance?

I don't know.

Can't remember.

Blessings
or damnation -
maybe this is Heaven and hell
in harmony.

Tumbleweed,

my simple

self rolling down the trashiest road.

Artistic potholes.

Rain.

Sun.

Wildlife.

Life.

This is all I know,
and I don't know any more.

and i still wait around, wondering when the censorship was lost and induction began.

life was easier
when it was water
that lined the horizon
and the brightest light
was the sun.
there wasn't neon
and enticement
came in a form
built by sand.
mistakes could be
washed away or
lost in a breeze,
but we hit traffic;
stuck in the
wrong lane
on the wrong
side of the road
because palm trees
don't grow in
the desert; and
the surest foundation
is nestled deeply
in the blowing sands
outside of a car window
that rolls along
like a puppy with
its tail between
its legs; force-fed
shit with enough
vileness to ensure a
good case of bulimia.
just because it
goes up doesn't
mean things won't
linger in the system.
i never meant to swallow.
i never even
meant to taste it.
but the spoon was
handed to me,
and they told me
i was a child
and it was full of
hopes and dreams.
how come i never
grew up enough
to say no?
sometimes the naivety
tells me that
i'd be safer in the waves,
but even without
plastic roads
and neon stars
maybe the pollution
would have found me
somehow.
someway.
and i'd still eat the
shiny brown shit
on the end of
this golden spoon

child or adult,
the problem remains:
i am human.

Objects.

Look at me

I am not a lie

I am that feeling that you feel inside

When you're happy

And you think you could die

But you wander towards

The falsity and shapely masks

Of a world drenched in sin

A layer of ash

Covering the beauty

Therein lies the fire

Of cold hearts ignited

In death's desire

Look at me

I am not plastic

I am the life when all is fantastic

When life's honest

This is who I am

You don't know it but I know it -

A blanket, a scam

Because my eyes are open

And the world speaks

Off of slippery tongues

The acid leaks a disaster

A lie from within

They pushed it aside

And told you sin was normal -

Don't be afraid to die

Look at me

I am the one dying

With every breath of poison I'm crying

As you linger

Your finger caught on a trigger

Aimed at the only sun

Speaking light into this world

Death has already begun

Look at me

I am merely flesh

I am just a thing you are made to detest

Toss aside

Batter, corrupt my mind

Rape my soul and let it wither

Take me home as a prize

Look at me

I am your trophy

And all the world's a wall of heads

Playground to the realm of death

We're not happy

We are a kingdom of slaves

Bearing false crowns

Everyone's bowing down

But I can't remember your name.

journey.

empty spaces between dotted lines.

i follow you blindly 

only hoping that somewhere along the way

the letters we pass

will fall into a symphony of

"it's all going to make sense ...

... eventually."