taste the rainbow

you think youre hiding
but i can see you filling your mouth
with the rubbish of our generation.
reds and yellows and beetle shells
and i love you behind the flowing shirt
and your soft eyes
and the frothy drinks that coat your thoughts

i love you and i see you in everything
mystic magic master
rider of song with me in this truth

let us eat together and watch the sliding of abundance
into our gullets to recreate the light that we are

i wake up and think only this

dream of wonderful things

this is for you to read
before you go to bed some times
in the crickets and the moonlight
depending how far we are
and for stanley meyer
who did what we dream
with water, water!
and the water sea across a rift in time
and ive spoken of this before.

stop.

and again the fire that moves when you are there
with them and they see your smile and hear your epiphany
and your twirling curling lippage
that mine miss so, so!
and you hear me crying 83 miles across the savannah
at midnight
and deep sigh we have chosen this intensity
we are insane, beautiful, lovage
conglomerate of everything we've ever known and which we bring
to the table - a round table made of wood
that you built and i painted
and children
we will be the children.

two bears holding hands

the future feels sweet as it does in its syrupy masochistic sadism. ah, it is lovely playing with the powers of pre-manifest. it could be anything, goddamn it, anything, and the genius who understands this are either lost in a list of the insane or are driving themselves to hell being driven in the streets of the city purgatory.

help me make this into a song, we'll never get out of our heads, our heads, pillowed, staring depths into the worlds of eyes upon eyes, clear glistened.

what do we need? let us re-ask ourselves this every moment of every moment of every moment of every day - challenging our egos to nothingness

what else is there? there is a perceived dire hunger but we are stewads, genius, magicians, warriors

and what else?
really.

its the revolution...watch it unfold amigo
with this hope
and others of pure

who have we decided to be in this life: happy magicians of a putrid unfolding destined to admit that the trees dance and we are nothing but the imagination of an extremely glossed ventriloquist.

if i know nothing other than the wind then i have wealth and will share this gold wih every wanderer
suit laden smoke, decaffeinated, i love you so much that i run from you so far into the forest that the dandelions have forgotten my scent.
this is the music we play and it is our string symphony taking the world to sleep. did you know that nothing else exists and that is the secret. period.

typed

love is all i have
and that is it
recycled intention
with your names scribbled
thinking in such gratitude
always
and this love is everything
and i intend it to take me
everywhere as it does
and i will make paper
and send letters home
saying thank you and telling
of the love that i have found
because i am an explorer
with land always in sight
more love always to plant
more fruits always to rift
to send love in letters of gratitude

xoxo

fraggle

twine turning trying to be where i should
shattering glass of pennies, the winding wound

all i can think is that i wish to bring you here
here with you
without the drunken, cracked stupor

this place takes me over
butterflies upon butterflies
there is something here
like anything there is something
but we have chosen THIS now

1927

the hallway streams like a mirror's opposite
red velvet, hidden cockroaches
and a three-fifteen that won't unlock

nothing
but a bed, window unit
i unplug the television
the toilet bruises my knees
the shower hums

the graveyard smile should be watching cartoons
and wearing thick rimmed, thick-prescribed glasses

my music sounds thud hollow against the white wash
and the ceiling bores me

silence - long lost, friend.