Farewell, Florida. There are words but at this point, what do they possibly matter? It was all a very strange dream I had once. I woke up and the world was this way. I'll fly away too someday.

I don't feel so well tonight. I just want to hide. I just want to hide. I just want to hide. I want everything to be fixed. I want to be re-born. I want to go back in time. I don't want this to hurt anymore. I just want to hide. I don't want people, I don't want anything but my books and my music. I just want all of it to get better. I can't understand anything anymore. I can't think straight. I can't find anything to connect with. I'm watching everything falling down in front of me. I just want to hide. I don't want to be here anymore. I can't breath. No one can hear me. I just want to hide.

Red Tide

...and then we all danced around the wildfire like banshees
we were crazy locomotives with flailing instruments
there was no need to tell the time
when we were howling on the dark side of the moon
through space and time
and I was on my way back to you.
Through the dunes
the violent, insanity of those goddamn dunes
we were in the middle of nowhere too
but nothing spoke as loud as my heart
so much louder now, you jumped from the dirt mounds
to the grey sea to melt quiescently
and I forced a bone down my throat.
But somehow when the bottles were crushed
and the weight of the solar star collapsed,
we were free again of our chains.
Sailing openly above crimson tides,
vacant volcanoes became our home
and I'd wake, making love underneath you.
Come at me when all is lost,
watch me burn, burn
tell me your secrets,
how you never lied.
you're the only one in the room who'd be on my side
and then whisper it all to the rock in the sky
that for a few breezes, I was there too
and then, just then, we stopped time.

Nothing You Could Buy.

In so many words
I'm falling asleep.
Falling away
far far away
take oranges over philosophical discussions
over empty mountains
hang over the water
these are the days
over a pile of boiling black mold we now see.
grasping my blindful
this is all too much
but, oh, sweet hunger, I'm hanging on
to one good thing
I felt in me.
imagine mirror images across the room
clinging my arms around the falseness in the air
blood runs silk through the river
to the whispering trees
as I see, there's no more daylight to breed
it has planted the seed.
How can I save me from me?
In so many words
I'm falling asleep
falling away
far far away.

Earthbound.
I hit the soil.
I hit the very skin of this place.
Earthbound.
Spirit fly,
hit the sky and bounce to the ground
Earthbound
soul,
dig into the ground
to the blood of the Earth
and leave it where it's found.
Earthbound
heart hit the wind
and keep the passion all within
release
unleash upon the mightiest of waterborne spirits
the shakers of the earth
the movers of the soil
the strikers of the wind
deserve the passion within
Earthbound souls.

Stranger.

One day I wish for things to shine

One day the kites will fly high over California cities

and remember a day back in a foreign city.

Stranger, stranger than ever you've become

and being, I want you evermore so but what's done

is done

and I am stranger too.

Distant smile

a bed

a glimpse of a momentary lapse

or flaw in the time.

I am estranged yet my heart still strikes strong

that I would never hurt

or cause such harm.

Never mind,

It will be fine in time

I'll be living inside my heart and my mind.

the deeper oceans and the deeper worlds

the ones untouchable by those

unlike us.

dear friend, what can I do?

A fierce fire still burns in my view.

"What froze me was the fact that I had absolutely no reason to move in any direction. What had made me move through so many dead and pointless years was curiosity. Now even that had flickered out. How long I stood frozen there, I cannot say. If I was ever going to move again, someone else was going to have to furnish the reason for moving. Somebody did. A policeman watched me for a while, and then he came over to me, and he said, 'You alright?'
'Yes,' I said.
'You’ve been standing here a long time,' he said.
'I know,' I said.
'You waiting for somebody?' he said.
'No,' I said.
'Better move on, don’t you think?' he said.
'Yes, sir,' I said. And I moved on."
-Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night