Smiley happy hand clap your face on the floor

Jaws on people in your peripheral

you know you have been here before

somehow your ghost still gets haunted

somewhere your hosting a fossil in your closet


your feet tap
mind drifter
youve said the same before

the shadow hungry figure that rests wires crossed under my bed
controls a sinister smile overhearing my contemplations echo from what has been said

The child fiddles with squirms and ribbon in my closet
calling, "come see what I've found, it's keep-seeking and dropping around"

I miss Andy tonight
"We should all wear two lifesaving layers"

Snow covered me old

I remember getting my first cd player. The first one I could put in my room. Cheep as hell. I covered it with duct tape.....it was now my own. I remember falling asleep to albums. I escaped to my room. I remember listening for hours as loud as possible and acting as if I was actually performing. Embarrassing. Far. Tool. Primus.... I danced. I DANCED! I got caught....mom.....Matt(he smiled). Embarrassing. Cathartic. EXTREMELY cathartic. I still do the same things but I feel more covered. Snow covered me old. Music saves me from absolutely everything. I love you.

I could cuddle your questions tight
diving meaning splashes
from your stomping feet
cloud passes with a soft tongue

but can't it rest on coveting grace
pulling part of a pulling weight

I think I want to put on paws
feel the dirt
bite
claw
growl
listen hard
let dark fall
settle fetal
see
confirm with smell
run
Jump
bite
growl



yeah, I want to put on paws

It is time to switch things up in a big way

coy coiled underneath the rocks
a settled cloud coupled and skimmed overhead
A messenger meant nothing he said
felt his face, lower back, then chest
haze hovered over the drawers
housing his helmet, a wrench, a needle and thread
feeling a face, arching a neck toward gazing in
lays himself in place
feels the softness of his bed
coy coiled underneath the rocks

I'm all over the place

Stale taste of dry air
stiff neck, heavier hair
flaking off into our day

thought provoked a stopped track
rope in a runners route

forever tastes us this way
without a consort, a minor cord, or a place to play

yeah

My heart is in my head beating loud
my feet grab the ground
my knees dont listen to me
my hands dirty about
my chest holds me mother close
my ears....ah, my ears I listen to them
my nails scratch when I leave
my toes dont know they are there
my eyes spit it out loud
my teeth, my skeleton trying to get out
my thoughts thinking they know
my breath only when it quiets down
my skin dies so it can finally scatter about on top
my back is hiding from me
my tongue doesnt know how well it does
my lungs and accordion sound
my legs like when I sleep
my stomach caging in to filter out
my nose is stubbornly clinching down
my hips twist to wake me up

!!!!What it costs!!!!!
!!!!you're almost home!!!!
!!and that old soundscapes new ground!!
you skip across water
when you splash you jump
!!that old soundscapes new ground

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Clear out some empty space

they are hiding your face for now

and taking your place is a break in the day, no place to play in this town

I'm out of patience.....Suns shoving down to:

…..drought in my mouth.....shadows grab on to my back

.....this a running away..........a day, a going on

so the blog starts..........

I have an ongoing feud with words and this is my peace treaty:

Somehow between the blur of intent and meaning you rest irresponsibly. Although I can't argue that you misrepresent more than myself, I can say that your ego hinges on a representation of truth. This makes me laugh deep in my gut. However, truth also rests on spilling you out of my mouth..........let us work together to blur and clarify what is. Oh god it happens to be what is