Things Don't Have To Make Sense,
things don't have to make sense,
these layers of batter and words
bake warmly in my oven-like mind:
the place that nobody else can pry open.
my innocent deviation configured beneath lonely lampposts
and desert gold mines
things don't have to make sense to be blessed with them,
obsessed with them
I just try to take my mind off of
anything as far as my eyes can see
and submerse in literal fiction, transverse these monotone layers I wished upon and failed in. Live in this dreamscape. Live through the soft ache
-s's.
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My reservoir of regret that I carry where I go and it loves to pin me down when I have nothing else to hold
-s's.
day, be my night,
letting me see nothing else,
except for the moon's empire
created out of star death
-s's.
it’s all so heavy in ways I don’t see coming
I’m part of a crack; an idea that you lack
and I’ve bought myself down into mystery
Inviting in dreams I’ll have to look over
Bringing them in
—again and again
but it’s nothing like what’s coming
nothing is like this cruel ending
-s’s.
for the past three days there was
no beat or no pulse
even in the ringing of bells, no melody buzzes
wet droplets of rain accumulate on the window pane
willful stillness, a shot of the past that nobody could claim
Living in the dark ages
I know you love dark ages I know we got nowhere
History’s lost stories
Crying on the torn pages
I know you love to write it there
Something makes them so fragrant
I love them, but I’m scared
-s’s.
Wasn't meant to be your black night
I’d be the only day you live to see
each day of your life painted for you by me
-s's.
i forgot my redwood
dream up north
obscene, silhouette trees
Gazing downward carefully
how can I escape just enough
that I won’t be able to recognize anything
Dropping the Case Against You
raspy voice within a song
go ahead, take me away
and whereto, you would want to go
my witnesses are futile now that I fell into all this
my case is ruined
no need to testify now, I'll live inside your truth
it’s my summer day, I hold you in song And sing you You were taught to not
you never have,
Nor will you.
I was all alone until you came to save me I met you on the daybreak
I met you on again in different places Met you in so many places, I can’t count
I can't count
-s's.
everything I've done keeps me up at night, walking through the gallery hallways of my mind
-s's.
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