the problem may be:
I live in the sincerity
of every smiled promise
...
it's like the itch
you refuse to scratch
because it'll only
...
clouds reaching so low
they cover the floor
allow the tops
to peer over
...
though it's a different season
since then, i can recall
with precision
my drive over the width of Texas
...
dreamt in déjà vu
self-proclaimed prophecies play
i live on and on
...
a cement block
selling food
across an angel's
flight path
...
less than the moon
pulling tides and
hiding to be sought by stars
...
all eyes on history
i've proven to be human
with fits of survival
...
I wanted to submerge
into you, but only got
cold feet
...
He says "Thank you"
but I didn't do it for him;
I did it for me.
...
I read that a species of shrimp is the loudest animal,
that they can create a sonic boom
so loud you can't even hear it
but it can still stun you to death
...
I cannot sleep at night
Because when i do
Romantically dark images
Slip into my dreams
...
Don’t forget to look at everything with wide open eyes
because you don’t want to miss a thing.
You can’t be happy and you can’t love properly until
...
I have friends
but my friends are funny fair weather creatures
that only call when they have stories to tell
...
The Perfect Day
the problem may be:
I live in the sincerity
of every smiled promise
even though I know better.
if things and beings
were meant to be understood,
he would not have to demand
for my definition of
perfection: simple,
nothing changes
except for the fact that
you are now allowing
for things to be so.
one day,
I'll be able to completely
accept the problem
as simply myself, and nothing else.