Stratosphere

At the searing edge of the stratosphere
Seeing everything for its worth
In its boredom and endless and screaming lure
With serendipity at the touch of those who lost

The chance
For the white
To feel the burn
The watch
Of the eagle
Swoon’s turning tide
With reckons beckoning
Five for dying

It’s all fair
I promise
It’s all part of our plan
I promise
Desecration is how we salivate
For the unknown

Easy on the blaze, sweetie
We’re all losers here
We only differ
In how long we think we’re winning

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Raptures

This is the voice that bites
I don’t need your superficial anti catharsis
Don’t spin your veils through my goddamned sphere
Stay away from my parchment skin

Am I not bleeding enough?
That you screech and exhale and halt the slippery slope of snakes from sliding through me
That you reflect a shadow of a doubled design that will only destroy the downed turquoise elixir
That’s pretty enough to enchant
And then deadly enough to maim
To maim every need of yours from my sorry sorry state
And wreck it over and over through and through

But maybe I want it
I want this voice to drive me fucking insane
To make my demons salivate and light their eyes with all the realms of my blackened raptures
I’m your victim

Impossible

your head’s tilted
to one side; you tired,
darling?
look up
let your
moonlit eyes coincide with
its reflection
in the sky; and in a bizarre
intrusion,
watch the rain, as it
wafts and soothes and drains
and
pours; let one tiny droplet
reach your skin
for every million
that fall
and let it learn of
your wonder; and then
let it find itself
with an eternity
of more
in a torrential halo, drifting and
floating; dancing in the disbelief
of having laid touch
on a being
they initially deemed
impossible

Incantations

half love

half prayer

throbbing incantations

for the ritual

of severing

and freeing

from all

from one

from none

half curse

that too

for a little bit of darkness

would do no harm

for a dash of the devil

would add a little charm

for eternity’s grasp

with a lie smouldering the sun

would devour the deafening dusk

as my threads come undone

Context

seminal intentions; precariously perched

at the dawn of surrender,

filling indentations with

numbers and streaks

that tell of a tale; maybe

of a vagabond vessel

somewhat accidentally(?) meandering

against the currents of

the universe,

not necessarily with much

preceding context;

but ah, what the hell

who needs context anyway?

Drunk

tables lit blue

mercy’s not my friend

I’m lying to myself

I’m living

I’m lying

glass in hand

I try

blue collar life put behind

I break away

I want to feel alive

crashing and burning isn’t a bad option

all I’ve wanted is red

blood

cherry

traffic light

warning sign

you see it

it’s you

it’s you?

it’s you

it’s me

boxed circles

checkered pleads

let me

once

and maybe one more

and I’ll be your air

your gravity

love?

fuck love

who needs love

you’re still lying

c’mon

can’t I lie for once?

let me

go away

don’t seep in

don’t crave

don’t take it away from me

all I’ve wanted is red

but all I see is blue

Waves

let the water

be our song

tonight

and only tonight

and we’ll break

all the hands

on all the clocks

we find

and we’ll wander

and we’ll be

and we’ll sail

and we’ll lust

with anxious eyes

for the brazen crimson

and the rapid white speck

and the warm sandy ripple

only for

our eyes

to find

and burn

and swim

and drown

in each others’

I’m Still Dreaming

It’s the turn of the dusk
The light’s washed over once more
Of course, dark will eventually blanket the sky all over

But for now
I have a confession
Hear me out on this one

I have dreams
I really do have dreams
Dreams to remember
Dreams I don’t want to forget

I still believe in them
And I don’t want them to stop flying
I don’t want gravity to bring them down
Because I’ll never know
What makes this man
If they lose heart
If I lose heart

I know that familiarity is nothing more, than temporary comfort
Like a maroon quilt that will eventually lose its charm and color
And changes like these are the only occurrences that keep us alive
But god I hope
I hope so bad
My dreams
The ones that make hell worth taking on
Are here to stay

I need them more than I’ll ever know
Don’t take them away from me
Let me keep them
And nurture them
And hate them a little too, for always being a little crazier than they need to be
I promise I won’t let go
I just hope I’m strong enough to hold on to them