sunspots

feather and wax

swerve away from that star

give fragility its due

just avoid the companionship

that kind, anyway

something is out there

radiance unseen

cloaked, but lingering

out of the blackness

into your light

just stay watchful of your wings

The Lingering You

always swimming around in my head

making wave after wave

the anchor has been set

your stay was short

but the reverb crashes on

a slow drift in a bemusing heartache

but that’s ok

lucky to have set sail at all

if only for a moment

never even met you

but I certainly knew you

please keep swimming

makes it easier to wade in the dream

at least I can hold your hand there

Who Invited The Pragmatic Sonofabitch?

You’re back

And I get it

I’m aware of the situation

After all, our business is still half yours

Just didn’t see you coming

I guess I thought you were long lost

Adrift in the impressions of a blurry decade

Sailing away from dispirited reverie

Safe housed and concealed from this other disasterpiece

Yet, here you are

Staring a hole of candor through my muddled head

A fated face off

A dualistic showdown

A brawl for it all

But I’m not gonna come out swinging, no

“No más.”

You don’t have to beat it into me

I know exactly why you’re here

I know exactly where I need to be

The Destination Is On Your…

Just like Donnie, I guess I’m out of my element

‘Spose I’m wading in a different river

Bottom of the rock at the top of the hill

Left of center, but right in place

Tensions pass with breezes 

Indignation fades like dusk on the horizon and I am buoyant in my disorientation

Maybe I’ll just keep getting myself lost

Perhaps I’ll venture to all the unknowns

To me, that’s just about everywhere

Just can’t get too cozy

Cannot settle

I like being out of my element

Uncertainty is freedom if you’re  crazed enough

Abuse(ment Park)

click, click, click,

taking me up, up, up

no time to consider

in it to win it

too bad 

I’ve already lost it

down, down, DOWN

that inevitable plunge

always the same story

same twists

same loops

24/7 whiplash

but I won’t get back in line

I don’t wanna hear those clicks

I don’t need this wind in my face

I don’t like this ride anymore

just paint the fucking picture

down the hatch

and a little further

down the spiral

my heart tends to drown itself

but it’s on borrowed time

you see

ain’t nothing ever really endless

just drawn out

like the morose portrait 

I have become

but the paint ain’t dry yet
and this picture ain’t pretty

just gotta keep on

moving these colors around

ain’t got too much time

but just enough brightness

those few jubilant shades

pick up the brush and

fix this fucking thing

I always thought it was more of a mosaic anyway

chaos can be

gorgeous

when you let it

lift you Up