who would do that
with all infinity
placing importance on triviality
wearing the crown of crowns
looking down and down
psyching out
every which way
with one of the most important
of human emotions

who would do that
really?
who would be that kind of asshole?

light shines
through the dirty glass
projecting shadows
falling structures
molding wildly
sifting for embracement
fragile like a child
dripping candle
folding planes
growing like trees
effected by the environment
this is the environment
this is it
a precious rhythm
with impossibly perfect timing
grinding teeth
organically mechanical
and casting shadows

alive and shining
it swims so near to me
inside and out
thriving like flowering vines in the spring
thundering with every touch
the blissful aftershock is announced all too little
symbiosis works well, but seems too cold to describe
this thing we are living in
this magic
this misunderstood display
this growing and constantly changing
feeling I have for you
this crazy little thing called love
queens and kings
ha
I love you.

rubber and rocks
around 8am
giving birds
flying so rare
down shift to upset
green fills the air
I left him there
leaving the long way
singing ‘down and down’
once again
lets burn churches
to the ground
I think to myself
and feel free
glass shield
finding its way
on the man made maze
on the road I’m on today

siphoning reason
we walk upright
adjusted vertebrae
vehicular and algebraic
bloody fingers
waving hands

touched by the sun

singing and crashing
free radicals
an age of the ageless
remarkable momentum
moments of incessant memory
moving down stream