the land possessor’s
perpetual day labor
worth every wrinkle

existence is thoughts
memory encompasses
she died months ago

porcelain antiques
burn all your dusty dollars
square furnace out back

you aren’t what you want
ghosts of the worshiped fake tales
extinct angelic

breaded by hand high
needle in a camel’s eye
will you ever die?

all skin is melting
12 unnecessary sheets
pillow filled with grease

all the fruitless years
desire for ownership
you wont have the time

collections of  cups
is anyone not tripping
smoke a pipe of strife

practice to perfect
mental breakdown in the car
never felt so clean

remember to be
bouncing off the walls screaming
scare the parents off

give me my daysdya
your laughing is my trigger
midnight somersaults

raking in the points
under melting christmas lights
we can feel the walls

what causes brain pain
misfiring connections
electric iris

snippet of runway
edging out a clod mesa
drowned out with humming

all of the phases
blur and distance perspective
at a loss for words

emotions on loop
new guy’s throwing me curve balls
how cryptic is it

get my mind off it
the cliche is so played out
I’ll see you in space

the portable hug
everything I do for two
we should aggregate

mushing in the sap
focus center drifting back
enshrouded blackness

now as was before
hidden communication
the truth through time zones

dream of a moron
concepts of pure fantasy
puncture the light screen

lulled by the black god
the idea of laughter
enough to procure

gravity wanted
I almost let him win me
giggling pains rise

harder to explain
child solider in the room
banging on the walls

the plans be changing
we could make the times happen
more often than not

you decide if I
the daysdya all upon me
throw it into rinse

once I heard the name
the past ten days can’t top it
Julian, CA

all this shit is gold
it was inevitable
art trades from the past

to be seen as fools
the parks are all that there was
only now that’s seen

a hidden grotto
gems are worthless on their own
only shiny studs

to kick and to run
surround myself with black noise
slowly blossoming

stevie will be me
I wish to wash persona
jonas knows whats up