eclectic

it didnt make sense
because i didnt want it to

for the last 20 minutes ive been alone
thinking you were in the room
just to look behind me to your
empty armchair

reverberations slightly scattered
from the movements of the fan
air is my companion in this
white box building

the knick knacks on the mantle
are the same as always
just rearranged to be more dynamic
with the antique bones of life

sitting on the mantle
disposable camera photos
wedged into dusty mirrors
in the same corner they have been

the same corner
since they were taken in 1998
an older number that feels new
and reminds me that im not little anymore

it doesnt make sense
it doesnt because
because i dont want it to

solo

clanging and clicking and tapping and strumming and
silence
just the ticking of the metronome
the beat to my life's solo
because i'm solo

so lo (nely)

audioslave

awkward radio waves
signaling through the audioworld
and i think i may be deaf
everything vibrates in audacity

an audioslave
you cant control the waves
that funnel through to your
nervous system

nervous all the time about the
highpitched audiofrequencies
red and green and purple
sound that you can see

but cant hear

the run around

2:14 am and we're at it again
never sleeping in
never sleeping
pillows on my tile floor

nothing is where it should be
including us
sleeping, should be sleeping
red heat on the radar

friction and inertia and
all that science
rhythm and harmony and
all that music

termonology
for the red heat on the radar
until everything goes blue
in the too familiar bedroom

its just the run around
of releasing energy
into the sheets
you and me

the run around
because i get up in the morning
but i never sleep
never sleep alone

foxtrot

boy dog dog window
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the only thing i understand
is when i feel you whispering

i know its not right
right now

so i push you away
while kissing you

tongue in your cheek
across my teeth

it wont ever make sense
when love is blind

but i have eyes.
i can see that

its not right
right now

but we keep on meeting
and i know your touch in the dark

love is blind.

paintings

i know just what you are
but i keep trying and trying
and trying
to craft you into

ma jolie

we would play dolls together
tea parties and dress up
gingerly handling their porcelain faces
living in a tricolor fantasy at

la grande jatte

we'd be 2 dimensional like in the photoalbum
life in stills without a soundtrack
instilling sadness that i cant control
i'm not in control if you go

afferma di essere: addio

picture after picture after picture
and i'm feeling fractured
i'm just distorted
damaged and awry like the

girl before the mirror

entering into the acid dream
everyone afloat but i'm flailing
in the dead sea drowning in the
dead sea i'm being devoured in

Guernica.

molting

dehydrated green flakes
crowning the gray dust rabbits
in the forest of
times passed.

the trees seem so sad.
weeping willows sweeping my memories
of branches falling around
domelike

everytime I swing on them they seem new

until I remember
everytime
that its all just the exoskeleton
shed off by the creatures in my life

snake skin

but with patterns so familiar to me
and like always I stop a while
spend sometime with my old skins
and can never part with them

tuck them back away

until the next time I find them
unprepapered
surprised
sad.

but I would never go back.