engines are running
it’s time
for silence
or wherewith to be
all wrapped up like a sandwich
always running
in circles around my own head
& even
so folded up like paper cranes
with a book
propped up to go
get out get out get out
forthwith
my own head
cowards die many
feels
these tugging deaths if
we
day beware into the technicolor
waves of anxiety pulling me back no idle theme
of ghost
strings today is that away make
no weak & this ache
all by break
but shadows have offended the cinemascope dream & obsession
drifted into seafoam your galaxies
& have & all times before their dream
i used to think
my heart would burst from
all the dreams & storms
inside but
clocks &
calendars &
red flags
turn the world to cold grey stone
& even in a crowd
you feel alone
give me lightning & oceans
& big pink heart-eyes
forever enchanted & drunk
if we’re not spending
time dancing on starlight
you’re never going to
win my grand prize
looking at me with cold grey eyes
because if we’re not stumbling
like baudelaire
dancing down a street
made of starlight
racing through corridors to save the world
i would rather
sleep alone
slamming out the nights of cold grey stone
i’m moving through veins like a virus
walking around the steamwork parts
entranced
& doing my best to
forget the monsters lurking
behind
still swiveling around the cage
out of my depth
but who cares about that?
intergalactic in my head
while outside
meet the flesh that’s tied
to earth & seed & sea
& so much unseen
inside & out
mysteries come & mysteries go
but what i really want to know is
why is it such a long way down
when you’re hanging at the end of your rope?
& why is grammar so difficult
when you’ve been drinking all day & night?
when you scowl at the hint of light
after you’ve been hiding inside for years
history starts & history stops
& the vegetation grows over everything
roots reaching up & over the top until
your house is your tomb & you’re not mad at all
