Window, where the grass is always green I wait for the morning Sirens wailing Turkish dawns And Cantonese landlords I see myself in the dirt waiting for my next drink of water a ship sinking into hurricane force waves See me when I am ambitious I am nothing without the grass and marlin le cat The words and songs And sprinkler system keeping my Saturday chores alive They gave me my sight past horizons of low Outskirt hoods.
I undermine everything I do You don’t see what I see And I’m glad for that Just buy you a drink And I’ll make myself look better. Liquid courage spilling backwards bypassing Vomit borders Faster than lightning ill light up your smoke Colonization of blackened bits of earth Inside your thin glass lungs I can’t wait for them to leave I love seeing their faces amidst anticlimactic circumstances Your handless arms Make an impression on me, perfect disability Breathe in, let the invasion begin again They’ll never win, I’ve seen this before Like a summer BJ
Its been repeated Deja vu caught in the rapture But I remembered something different Manatee baby running through 19th century Boarding school halls Determined to keep me from following you. Behind the staircase through solid glass Into the courtyard I kissed your cheek twice before you tore me from your lips Then you told me what I was missing Clear as day I called out on my flashing trumpet With internet capabilities It wasn’t you who picked up And I retreated back into the brackish moor Where I longed for fresh water Back into the dreamless mornings Inside soft moldy pillows.
I’ll write till my hands fall off I’ll sing till I cant breath the salt Rich air where the sea spray speaks. And move to where ice sticks out From under your noses breathe Where my mustache does no more then my bare lip. Windy treetops, mesas and pine Scattered deer and bear in the bush Till my feet fall, and my shoes weather into the soil Where my reflection sees me every chance its gets Where mirrored pools deny audience to the idle Desert dunes in between them and me Return to empty cottages beside streams Where I’ll wash my clothes in the spring And wake up to suburban living. I’ll walk and write and speak Change my pace when opposites meet Go off into the thicket where I lose myself Where bears and pools are scared to venture And objective life dies in sunless shrubs I know the way out, map and compass too I know the world that’s waiting Where the sun hits yellow almost everyday And white clouds rain soft In the thicket I’ll wander Paradise to the oblivious The first step doesn’t come along My feet still solid and together When I’m ready to burn my hands Into calloused badges I deny myself the gift Till I push with all my appendages There is no where else to go No love beyond the thicket Undecided between dreams and spectre’d reality