i’m so sincerely sick of
hearing this term that
i actually looked it up.

get distant
in an instant

verse two
what is you gone do?

it seems that this night,
i feel very strongly
that i need something
made of feathers.

some kind of constant lurching.
some kind of wildly flailing
forging ahead.

that all that was needed
was to train myself
to t h i n k
steps ahead
of all
the rest,
always.

i never saw
the stars in your eyes
but i did see the earth -
vast, and blue and green.

pain p u l l s all
awareness
to itself

tequila
tequila....
orange
and lime

thank the gods
you forgive me
when i'm waxing
so asinine.

the endgame
is
the price.
look around,
this is the
p r i c e.
not free d o m,
freedomf  r o m.

how can
        e n e r g y
be wasted
when it feels so
f o c u s e d

clarity can arrive and depart quickly
a vision through a tunnel
a sharp e x p a n s i v e place
slo-mo
o u t

just know
that once you are unleashed,
you are impossible to
once again contain

however,
you can go into
sleep mode
a haze of forgetting, ignoring, tolerating
forgetting
forgetting

but just because you forgot
does not mean
you cannot remember
although it
may be
very
very
very
hard.

if you remember
DO NOT LET GO
try as hard as you can,
and then try harder,
and then *******
try harder still

******* FIGHT
not to s
            l
              i
                p

however* you must
because
Y O U
must
save
y o u.

i limited myself
on purpose
set up a procedure
for my future self
to pause at
a certain place
and be considerate
but when my warning arrived
from the past me
that turned future me
now to now me
and now me
and n o w me
i could still decide
whether to accept my
own rule or
completely discard it
and glimpsed i am
all the me’s
in all of the times
and in all of the projections
and in all of the reflections

you don't like my words
and when they escape
unbidden
through my *******
thumbs
(they never would through my mouth)
i cannot take
them
back
without sending more
words in their
stead

thus
i keep finding myself
in this situation
where as i see each
letter
escape
(my eyes with a look of terror
down at my thumbs)
i hear the sound
of glass shatter
and i think
"no!"
"words, please stay in my mind
where you belong, until you have
gone through filtering
and levels of security!"

"we don't know who you are yet!"
"if you are a poem, we will know it,
we will feel you churning,
and we will not be horrified
or ashamed
at your revealing."

"words, if you are our normal
thoughts, you filter yourself nicely
without leaving the body
through vibrating tongue. of this
we have always been proud."

"but words, why, why, why?!?!?"
"why do you act so rash and youthful
and jump the fence and
go straight to our thumbs
to tap the virtual keys
like some kind of punk?!"
"of all the times, this is NOT the time
to ramble on…unfiltered…like
some kind of fool!"

"brain - why aren't you helping us? we don't
know how to restrain these
words gone rogue…
so out of character…
unrefined
and permanent."

"we can feel you and you seem to
be struck dumb - paralyzed -
watching those ******
creatures scamper by like you
can't stop them. and you know you
should, brain! YOU KNOW as it is
happening yet you do nothing!
in fact, you seem to assist
the thumbs in
typing faster!
what kind of wizardry is
going on here?"

"brain, you are misrepresenting
this whole operation. please,
for the love of the light,
stop the thumbs!
fix the chemical messengers,
overhaul the whole
structure if need be,
just get control of your men,
******* it!
it is these young words,
full of vigor
passion
and life
that cannot be trusted.
squash them at ALL COST.
refine them into
poetry
if you must
but do not allow them
to escape
unfiltered and raw
through a mobile device."

"brain, words, thumbs…are we clear?!"

i think
i finally heard you
this time.

Banksy,
vandalize me!
Write on me
when no one sees.
Color me truth
and let me be.
Reveal to me,
Banksy,
please!

i suddenly know
without a d o u b t
that in order to become
the strongest possible human being
i am capable of becoming,
i have to integrate
e very
|single|
one
of
y o u.

but the hilarious thing is,
since i simultaneously
k n o w
we are already

o n e t h i n g

there isn't even
anything for me to do!

some kind
of ray of light
| i look forward to your words |
moving on the rhythm
of the groove
i wait
at the river.

(lunar impact)

i looked up silently,
and i f e l t
her see me.

mind imagine mind life

i told her my dream
and i knew that she heard.

and then i saw the spoils.

that he sees
g o d
(whatever that is,
if it even exists)
in your eyes?

my body
has never felt like
the most important
part of me.

all things seemed
    p o s s i b l e
in the explosive air      
a r o u n d you and now
that you are gone
so are the possible things.

to make your heart vulnerable
is the ultimate act of love,

and the epitome of foolishness.