Sync deeper
Blink sleeping
Creep steeper
Think feeling
Seep in heaps of drinking reapings
Winking weepings in your peepers

Tinker deeper
Link your sinking
To the steeper brinks you’re drinking
Shrinking into leaping creepers
Synching deeper

Beeping drips
of dreaming dips, seeming
tipsy
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​pardon
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​dripsy
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​farthen downward
Garden growing upward knowing
Chardonnay
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ~​​​​​​​​rising bubbles, kay?

Erven lowing
Furthen going onning
Yawning goners fawning steeper~
Sync in deeper

Drawn onward
Pulled by goneward knowing glows
Of yonder goes
Don’t ponder those
Wander wayward
Downward slowing
Silent soundered
Flying by the pounding frowns of dying cries
Into rising
Shores comprising prizing calm
Clever on-word
Ever-heaping
Never sleeping
For the keeper
~>Sync deeper

Into the wild…
Into the smiled upon mystic unknown–

Down long tethered roads where
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​the muskeg is grown with whispering trees
Telling their tales to the wandering breeze

Where mist lingers down to veil the eyes
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of the distance one goes in the frail disguise
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​their humanity grows~

Show me your lostness
Show me your strife
And I’ll show you the cost of a borrowing life

I’ll show you tomorrow unveiled today
In the christening myst of a whispering way

Remember life?

Remember that sweet tug of spontaneity at the sleeve of repetition?

Remember having no idea what’s going to come, and being surprised every time?

Remember that magic that leaks out in vibrant colours of undefined notions that sparkle gooey observation?

Remember life?

Remember love at the sight of every human who might wander lost and found into our own meandering reality?

Remember eye sparkles and lip tugs dancing this mystery of crossing paths in the blind forest of elven trees?

Remember that moment, photo locked in fragrant sensations ripping a perfumed paint glob out of memory?

Remember purpose pouring thick from nothing?

Remember meaning squeezed out of pure imagination?

Remember defining for ourselves the laws and logicless notions that churn the inner workings of this gorgeous machine?

Remember life?

Remember knowing that it was about us, and not some formulaic pattern of fitting in?

Remember looking at a blue sky and a yellow sun and thinking, that’s all I’ll need today…

Remember living?

Remember deciding what it is that meant?

Remember life?

I get this sense it still remembers us…

Kick it split second wicked
Weapon direct it
Stick it spinning
Shitface grinning sectioned winning smile undialing

Call off the smalltalk
Half-stock of smokin’ barrel
Chockful of awful cocky rofls

Sidesteppin’ left in
Just to fight right out
Keep in sight the leapin’ nightmonk
Fluorish, hunker under

Sparrin’ session far as lessons
Star in freshened wonder

A lonely little possum
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​upturning stones
Searching the dirts
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​for a way to go home

But all that he knows
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​is the instinct to hunt–
Always looking down and under
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​Never up in front

My thoughts span in morphing murmurations of flutterstruts swelling
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​soaring conceptions pouring liquid fascinations out the mysterious
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​funnel-hole tunneling through this meat pocket,
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​out to spanning swirls of starscapes spinning endless cores of creation
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​burning black holes of twisting souls through the meat sponge filters
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of meager existence

Gliding on the tiny wings of flapping thoughts, lapping waves
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of brave expansive ocean glades that trickle through in tickle notions

Massive mental pensive potions
Drip drip dripping permeations
Building up in murmurations
Morphing all the dwarfing dwells
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of meat sponge spontenations

Into grandiosing grossing gaseous cosmic cause exploding never-ending
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​mental-bending fluxion floating in impending meat cluster blending
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​with the massive master sending all the notions of the oceans
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​whose implosions sent us here

In morphing murmurations stirred upon a sky so clearly
To paint our swooping saintly grouping sights in smearing
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​flights of fleeting unimpeding feats of fascination

Silence echoes
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​expanding techno tantric blooms of northern lights

Stillness unwills constricts filling
​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​bricks sealing off ghostly knowns
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​in walking tombs of mostly groans

Awareness bares galactic stares of naked
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​leaking states of seeking shareness with
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​the streaking skies of peeking eyes

Balance, in the painful strains untalons
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​grains of scratchy sand from inner gains

In the floating bubble loading subtle mutters
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​thinning outer goading bouters, spinning pins
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​and needles patching holy garments matching
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​souly drapes

In the far-off nearby scapes
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of understanding over-states
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of simple grandeur

Float away…
Never gone
In the upper echelon
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of fascination
Peeking through the shutter blinds of human minds
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​to signs of pure elation

sometimes

poets do weird things
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​with
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​word
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​lines

I don’t
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​know why?

​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​I
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​think…. ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​—maybe—

they think….
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​it​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​   ​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​ may be

​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​<<Poetic!>>

Person/illy ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​<o> ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​think
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​(eye)

It’s——–>silly

and!

They $hould spend

Their TIME>

>[WRITING]<

A voice longs quiet calls into the nightshade

​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​~Whispers on the wind

Just find a way to help the World

​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​The voice softly begins

Be the one who’s watching silent

​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​Loving, with a grin

Only speaking hushing tones

​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​That gush up from within

The hands of time caress soft wrinkles
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​and sprinkle starshine in her hair

She’s traveled halfway cross the galaxy…
Swum the empty oceans of meaning
Reached into the heavens~~ ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​She touched the sun

And as the mystic orbit pulls
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​to swing her back around
She smiles with the grace of god

…now the long fall back to earth
Back to the mother that made her
Back to the daughter of nature reborn
Back to the cradles of time

Sometimes the heart wanders away…

…there it goes, we think
​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​over that hill…
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​around that corner…

There goes what could have been–
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​and maybe forever…
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​Maybe forever.

When friends burst up like popcorn
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​And love is melted over
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​Sprinkled with salty laughter
The heart fills

And life…
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​Life rolls–
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​Life crashes like a wave of gurgled fantasy
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​Then gets sucked away so quickly
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​Wooshed down the surf… and gone

And the next wave isn’t the same…
And the next wave is never the same.

And soon, sitting, waiting
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​The sun begins the autumn set of wavy tears~
Soon that love, those friends, that place
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​…it all just disappears

And a lone man wanders
A dark, empty beach
Hearing the froth lick the sand
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​with a hole in his heart
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​a loss on his mind
And a twisted up paper in hand

But it seemed to gush!
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​it seemed to gush…

Hush now mind
Quiet… hush

Rush away sweet memory
Just go away and leave me be
I cannot take this sunken heart
Please… oh gushing love, depart

The pain
The longing
The stain of tears
The songs we sing
The years… the years.

Sometimes the heart just wanders away
Sometimes we watch it go
And stand so stupid
Holding tears
Feeling all alone

Sunken, drunk and all alone
In the dark, alone~

Oh God~

You tenticle eyeball monster oozing moving ocean slimes
of living trickled intellect

Swirling the radioactive humbuzz of constant atomic explosion

Roaming these plains and dreams with the ghostly hauntings
of twisted possession

Monsters in the night, with the faces of children laughing

Twisting crackled minds into warped obscurities
of a world so known and shattered

Peeking out the darkness with infinite eyes
and tenticles dripping to grip

Oozing these gooey oceans of tsunami neon lighthood

Crash, crash on my mind
and seethe through the cracks of my being

Show me the cosmos we’ve never understood
The dreamworlds we’re so rarely seeing
The weird and the twisted from outside the norm
of this sterile existence plopped so blankly on our gazes

Free me from the simple treachery of ignorant boxes
Cast me stratospherical
Haunt my waning days

I wish to be a different man
The one who weaves a novel plan
The one not so enamoured~

Without the painful awkward reigning
Strains of lustful boastful staining
Crushed mistrustful showman feigning
Shameful taints we’ve hammered

Oh to be that different man!
The one to stand apart–
But there’s a whiddled whisper voice
that coos inside my heart
That says the only reason that I wish to fill this role
Is because inside I’ve all their pride
and the same unruly goal.