Time Bomb

The world, now,
runs rivers of pure gasoline;
an explosion on the horizon
as the water evaporates,
and rains ammunition
on soldiers never drafted for war.

Sweet & Salty

You learned how to float;
how to rock with the waves, 
and turn the salt into sugar,
so that you may drink tea
with royalty.

So I Can See

You are the nightlight 
in the hallway 
where the monsters live, 
but only in the shadows;
they just as thirsty as I,
hunting for water 
as they toast with red wine.

Better Days on the Horizon

I longed for the hands I now hold,
as they reached out to the water
while I was floating by, 
the tides pulling me back
into the chasm of mind;

Cavities opened in my heart;
became the perfect sanctuary
for weary psyches such as ours. 

Submerge with me and rest awhile;

Let us rock to the sound of the bass,
an exclusive lullaby, enveloping us,
and giving new meaning 
to surround sound.

Travel Through Time

I want to break the wrists
on the hands of time,
sever the arms on the clocks 

lest moving on their own;
without my manipulation. 

I refuse to allow it the free will
it has been graced for so long;

It became too foolish 
with the power appointed; 
and ran through rose bushes
on bare feet.

Waiting For Release

These chains that bind me 
are the same that keep me
from falling toward the ground
like a tornado playing catch
with debris. 

There is destruction when 
the sky descends from a
hell mistaken for heaven;

Inverted weather will always
lie in wake, waiting for the 
moment the lock
becomes brittle from rust, 
metal splitting easily against
the pressure of chaos
attempting to break free.

Intense

I have tan lines where your arms 
were wrapped around me
near the ocean, salty and flowing, 
waves crashing against the rocks
below this hill we’ve climbed 
to watch the jagged edges of stone
sanded down, softened by the 
intensity of the passion in the water.

Unstoppable

I drink nectar from flowers, 
wings flutter fast, a hummingbird
preying among the vultures, 
outweighed, though, they cannot
begin to compare to my ambition. 
Determination a fuel for a fight
that I will drop my bundle for, 
if it means your immunity 
is guaranteed.

Losing Touch

Sucked into the void before,
But nothing like the dissonance I’ve found
In the chamber of a hollow skull.
Borrowed the mind of a gardener
just for the solace following
the thorns amongst the flowerbeds;
A means of creation;
To splatter dye on the thoughts
for which I was never the artist,
but ever so desperately wanted to be.

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Manic

I’m crushing pills between rotted teeth,
gums bleeding from the stems of roses,
Countering the stench of self-infliction;
Puckered lips from lemon drops,
Its sour breath fogs the windows
as I ride along with impulsive behaviors;
I hopped this train to madness,
I will take the ride until I am discovered,
and thrown in the snow
atop this mountain I rolled myself into.

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