visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons

I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked

for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines

i am the one most concerned with popularity found my way into castles to meet with kings and queens crashed parties with celebrities

tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…

the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class

dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect

brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map

sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars

he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart

we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright

i almost did not make it to this p… i was stuck in the glory of old verses cadavers un-buried and admired like trophies

long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs