I closed my eyes
And the wind blew
What happens when we die?
The world is a vampire
This assignment to fail
Dripping with the fluid of the movies
I stained the map
Left the pins in for years
Then moved each flower
Everything changes
Privacy settings, the century
There is a very old reason why
Hold your ear to the poem
Can you remember all of your love
Even the time it was only a pair of earrings?
Between me and the past, the past is more muscular
Who have I been?
Among all this beeping
Licking the cobwebs just to taste them
Shivering
Letting my hair grow
Not quite ready to leave
Hammock strung between my heart and the light
Breathe, breathe in the air
No one knows the final score
I'm hungover, therefore I am
The violent 6:37 a.m. colors
It's hard to think time goes anywhere at all
Love is a burning thing
Feelings are chemicals augmented by chemicals
The limits of sadness
The angle at which the sun hits
And other symptoms of my dollars
Sheer media
This spinning planet
Soft as VHS tape
The only use for your body is to be in the world
Spill perfume all over
Kick at a wall until a mountain comes out
There are so many nights I don't remember
What happens in your blood when every star is pulling at once?
What in your life has been like skipping stones?
I never wanted to own things
Becoming old is becoming hard in your ways
When to rely on mystery
When to put blood in a jar
Counting seems so ridiculous
But I do it too
How conventional yearning can be
I prefer witching hours
Incense on my breath
Sensations the shape of the sky
You can always be led farther away
What a wave does
What I wanted when I wanted you
A silly little entropy
Centered on Virgo options
Next time something ends say thanks for the song
Cast your ankh deep in the mud
You are the ocean previously
Everything on the earth has been
Made from materials on the earth
No matter how many skulls I've seen
Death still isn't real
Machines are flawed
So are good people
Days fit in squares or circles
Less than the size of your youth
I never found it, that feeling I had
But sloshed in the residue
Carried its heft on my back
The dizzying space after my body is excuse enough
To keep coming into this world
With obsessions that rip my jeans
Grabbing at the numbers
Trying to be the sun
When things seem fatal I return in the town where I grew up
Daylight kisses my old bedrooms
The bones tighten
The hours fill your mind until they all fit
Between the sorcery and rain
I couldn't tell you how it happens
Sometimes loss is too dull
So it makes sense
To fall into something else
Or buy a new wardrobe
Maybe it's impossible, to get it all in
Before a cloud carries me away
And now the humming
One ripple, then four thousand
Has silence ever hurt you like that?
I wish I knew where they came from
Those brilliant gaps
Releasing phosphor
Like taking your shirt off
A fierce anthropomorphic habit of the dust
That bend in the graph
Saying hold the match
Divide by zero
If all that's left is the total wound of wanting
And an American voice
Call it childhood briefly again
Pharaonic chairs waiting at my kitchen table
