strings

our hearts are strings to be pulled
and i'm stringing you along
will all the yarn i spin
and it makes your head spin
around and around and around
and i would stop spinning this yarn
if i could
but something is pulling strings attached to me
so this maranette dances
around and around and around

crashlanded

crashlanded into consciousness
all radio signals are not functioning
lost, bewildered, befuddled, confused
the manual was burned up
when the plane burned up
everything but me burned up
what will become of me
what is this world

dancehall

dance dance dance
shake your arms and hips and knees shake those knees
it's all about how you dance
how you tiptoe through transparent triangles
bend backward forward and back again
if you dance right we procreate
because we wanna be part of the evolution
that creates the greatest dancer
or part of the one that replaces the greatest dancer
shake your shoulders to the right and left while twisting your left ankle toe on floor
lights 'luminated lightly lit low
i see no dance moves
but i interpret shaking hips
dancers in my mind intepreting dancers in my mind interpreting dancers in my mind
onward infinitely
i dance in strawberry fields where you dance how i desire when i desire
with marmalade magestic moons hanging in the sweet sunny sky
i see you dancing
while knowing very possibly you might not be dancing at all

blue blanket

when i'm sleepy eyes shut i want a warm blanket
but when i wake up i wanna throw away that warm blanket
between the end of deep sleep and beginning of waking up
is dreaming
when you are more awake and happy about it and still hugging the blanket
the blanket feels hugs are love
the blanket never sees it coming
poor blanket

Joshua le Christ

Jesus Christ came in a vision
shining colors off a prism
said, provoke them then listen
watch them as they glisten
as they try so hard
to figure it out
the best they know how
I asked him why
at 33 he had to die
he said it was the best way he knew how
perfection's an imperfect word
divine doesn't always shine in life
In cosmic brilliance
He fractured into millions
and in my mouth
down
the throat into the stomach
absorbed and distributed
throughout the body
provoking and causing reactions

Six Shooter

You create
The revolver in my hand
The ammunition
The accuracy
Which I destroy glass bottles with
And you're afraid
Not of me
But this gun
Afraid it'll be pointed at you
Wake up
Do not be afraid
Wake up

positioning

The positioning of your feet
and direction of your smile
explain so much
answer so many questions
that chaotically screamed in my head
now i have silence and peace
emptiness is godliness
allows me to focus on the scent
remember the reasons
return to rationality
forever forgiving
intent's new manifestation
into fruitation
action
soon enough satisfaction

snowstorm

it was unseasonly nice one winter day
then it started snowing
and snowing
and snowing
and snowing some more
the barrage of precipitation
the lack of warmth
went on for days
with no end in sight
when it stopped
there was no way to move
snowed in
no sights of faces and no sounds of voices
occurred simultaneous
It was terrible
but just as it always does
the streets were cleared
the snow would melt
movement was allowed
and everything would be okay

Punchline

Adam and Eve had no bellybuttons
since they were created and not born
thus no scar
heaven is forty miles by eighty miles
twenty miles tall
these people go to hell
these people go to limbo
eighteen thousand angels
can dance upon the head of a pin
unmoveably procreation
admist overpopulation
it's all about the focus
Jokes are all about the focus

concrete water and mix

That green meadow you had
gods poured over with concrete
you're slamming hammers
atop this new surface
hoping to break free grass
but you won't
you just look crazy
slamming hammers into concrete

equator

Too tired for snow
Too tired for tears
frozen
making me cold to touch
i'm heading south
to the equator
where tears still make cold
but warmth

declarations

Declarations with exclamation
marks manifest manifestos
are usually just confusion
and delusion

electricity mectricity

psychoanalytical comprehension
of nothing
just guesses
gentle wisps of wind against your cheek
barely shaking a leaf connected to a tree
connected to the earth
connected to the sun
disconnection of electrical currents
to any soul
cannot stay plugged in
to anything or anyone
disinterest, boredom, impatience
obsession with impression
hampered by depression
and too much confession
Don't really know what i'm doing
think i'll drown myself in ingestion

no idea

apprehension and tension
locked down in detention
dementia
patterns and pieces put together
forced together
forever
Freud and Bukowski
so much that goes on
is for sensations
pro-creation
i don't know my shape
or who i fit inside
maybe no one
maybe something
an idea
but what?
no idea

christ complex

seen with the naked eye
where no polluting artificial lights
but you can never touch
only cover from your eyes
uncertain why i find bliss
in locking eyes with this
the moon is a face
or a rabbit
perspective
Jesus is latin for Hebrew name Yeshua
which is Joshua
My brother's name: Joshua Christ
opher Moon
My brother's named Jesus Christ
If there was one Jesus in one BC
There's more people on the planet now
than back then
statistics and probability show there should be more
six or ten or hundred more
Christs walking on the street
saying hello
ones you can touch

lollipop a lollipop

I always bite my sucker
supposed to suck not bite
If you were supposed to bite
they'd be called biters
But I bite and chew
Think things through
Then lollipop a lollipop
Smile because I did right
My teeth look white and bright
keep clean so try not to bite
Teeth were made to bite
But they tell you no bite
And I'm so confused
So very very confused

seoul south korea

seoul south korea sneaks into my bed
looks around and sniffs around
then she hops away
sneaks
through the crack under the door
near the floor
i try to look pacific
when i'm really atlantic
angry ocean
artic ocean
holed in the cold though i'm told
i'll be allowed somehow to see
sunny skies
over
rolling hills
Athiestic Asians don't do well
Under
a god
The himalayan mountain air
makes it hard to breathe
since seoul south korea
sneaked into the sea

bing bang

bing bang bong
sing sang song
ring rang wrong
interconnectedness
it's not all about money
more than one way
to build a highway
No tanks!
No war!

faucet water

feel oily and unclean
need a shower
so squeeky clean
sometimes suspect i smell funny
a scent slightly repugnant
not too much too quick but
over
time it wears on your nerves
cannot shower all the time
would not need shower all the time
if i could just stay clean
not dirty
do not like rubber ducky that much
hope i don't slip on the wet floor
hope i don't slip on the wet floor

sword with no handle

a double-edged sword with no handle
it's assured everyone will get hurt
laying inside the lake's waves
all of these words, i can't endure
i feel i have failed somehow
anarchic dispassion abound
only perceiving empty sounds
only seeing barren ground
desire is scattered on my mind
driving when my eyes are snowblind
drinking two kinds of red wine
how can i make it out alive?

disposable

Know you're more than capable
to be collectible
but you feel so
disposable
well I
don't know a
single somebody who spent a single day
not feeling that way
because it looks true
we only change the small
portions of the wall
before the final fall
it's quite understandable
how you would feel so
disposable
but we're not pop bottles
old and broken fans
red alluminum cans
You gotta understand
that we are man
not an entire land
nor a grain of sand
chins aren't our entire selves
so don't let it weigh you down
keep it up
keep up that chin
away from the recycling bin
away from its tentacles
got control
you got soul
perceptions are your own
not
disposable

expectations

Expectations
full of negativity
dancing around me
like a hive of bees
ready to sting ready to sing
If I step out of line
And they'll die
Ripped out from the inside
And every single time
I step out of line
Neither do I feel fine
Too many times too many times
The whole hive will die
honey combs all alone
nothing sticking to the surface
Then what is the purpose
When every kiss
is without honey
and flowers will fail
it seems to be
that these bees should leave me be
unless everyone wants to die
expectations are suicide

where the action is

i burn and yearn
for you
it's true it's true
so pathetically true
but it's all about what you do
actions speak louder than words
and i've been too quiet
practically silent
you've forgotten i exist
or have tried to
my head
is where the action is
each kiss and wisp of bliss
that's where the action is
somehow it must escape
some place other than my face

church bells

Deaf from ignoring church bells
that drowned everything out
once
and now no sound no bells
stuck in a silent spell
not knowing
what in the hell is hell and what is swell
breathe
But I cannot listen
to spins into sin
when does it finish?
when did it begin?
When does It begin?
once i've
traveled far and wide
outside of what's civilized
where there are no church bells
only birds and creeks and peaks
Then I can open my ears
and hear
Traveling
bells get softer
volume less dominating
i half-listen right now
frustration

piss where we please

we're just animals
we piss where we please
marking territory
makes everyone else leave
and leaning against a tree
wanna change my biology
animal cells can be so much different
than plant cells
but i'll evolve
my problems will be solved
leaning into the tree
becoming the tree
brain becoming nothing
spontaneous shrinking
to avoid this thinking
this unrootedness
this loneliness

n't like this

sooted in black

Scissor swift and quick
clip and it's it
strong strings holding me in ascension
shreded fall fall into depression
my obvious obsession
over
don't believe the church
our sins aren't forgiven
they're given back
sooted in black
in the end, we always burn
even if lesson's been learned
but at least you're free
moving liberally
without being attached to me
the boy
sooted in black