I can’t keep it down
Head in the sink again
You think I’d know by now
This is a familiar space
Mirror reflection of an unknown face
I’m a prisoner again, I’m a prisoner again.
When I thought I reached the end,
I’m a prisoner again.
In a cloud, time to come down,
stay with me just one moment til then.
The stars, where they hide, grass as I lie
still long enough, when night closes in.
Rolling down those hills, naive kids full of beer,
the world spinning into adulthood.
Where the fray is unhinged, every memory cinched.
Let’s never forget how that felt.
Phones attached to wrists
Smarter than their hosts
Libraries silent, occupied by ghosts
Streets vacant, social macrocosm exposed
Land of the lost, chasing profit, fool’s gold
Turn the clock back, patient, slow
I was a kid once, the truth hidden
True as no child born
Of this world will
You can’t absorb the world, Tim
It doesn’t work that way.
They’ve got to slosh through the puddles on their own.
The difference it makes, if any at all,
outside of the grey.
The world that complicates
Puddles into tidal waves
The ocean swallows with disregard.
With a blue-tinged smile,
and sea foam a mile wide.
Spectral made real, minutes creep.
Every corner alive, the room casts shadows, deafening
You can hide away here
Thin veil, from the windowsill to the sky
Moon smirks through glass, unloading lonely thoughts
Parched lips, from sleepless nights, spiders weaving in silent stitches
The shadows danced, came alive, what was
What will never be
Phantasm, retreat under covers,
safety in blindness, veiled in silence.
Fretting they will never leave
until the light wakes you.
Scared to breathe
exchange this man’s body for a beautiful face,
to see what it’s like, what it takes
and the looks and the glares,
men making fools of themselves.
Throwing their desperate bravado in your path, looking for ways to outdo the last.
Legs for a mile to kick them all away, poor saps looking to score, one-liners and allniters.
In the presence of beauty,
when nothing on the inside means anything to you.
On the outside,
my thighs and chest, cleaving mockery of fools.
Just one day.
To know how it feels.
I don’t blame you,
to feel the way you do.
I’m gonna climb a tree, break off every branch on the way.
Guarantee myself this time I’ll be free.
The garden was dead, except that last rose,
I pulled the thorns off and lay them on the sidewalk so you could see the path,
find me stranded.
Our escape from the past.
Your bare feet, so gingerly, avoiding the thorns pricks along the way.
Save the sky, the view is perfect.
From this treetop I can see all I need.
I need you and the clouds.
I need the moon when the sun goes down.
I need safety from all the onlookers who’ll never understand.