over the squalor
an ambitious composer
obtaining their tools
setting into place
waning off anesthetics
imposing deadlines
past attempts observed
evaluating progress
systems predicted
effort investments
time is an architecture
life is a tenant
multiple still frames
our collective objectives
inhabit household
is it bad practice
to hold tight my magic friends
to want back what’s lost
the old and simple
jump start bright vocal shriekings
hug nativity
see me and those days
I don’t care if it’s played out
throw it in the trunk
basking in the shine
drinking up in the water
hurry at the job
plastic covered breathes
blank files cog in the machine
please stop haunting me
I’ve tripped over this
so many hands that I’ve forced
vendetta on film
brand my big dumb face
so I never forget it
“TM3 FOR LIFE”
a vestige to time
4.5 minutes a year
cut and paste screenplay
illness of our minds
embody this cinema
remind me we’re dumb
laughter inside us
the sweetest song you could sing
my favorite faces
we’re here in the sphere
the bubble which is our lives
swirling oil streaks
outward expansive
amassing volume in space
absorbing others
if you are still down
I would like to see this stretched
beyond clarity
roll on a spent night
the depth of the air breathed in
can fill into me
soft hallowed sockets
don’t let the world that rots talk
caressing ridges
mental connection
inhale familiarity
just please stay intact
at the park again
living like a memory
few of all that’s real
I’ll say it again
neither of these are my home
a slice down center
you can reap from both
but something will always nag
desire to conjoin
cramped in the back seat
clutching onto vocal slurs
everyone’s awake
constant clock attacks
I guess it’s always been split
all my divine time
making ring circles
Maslow is fucking laughing
we were there before
keep checking things off
skittering around up top
purely creation
doing the fruit math
different ways to purchase time
escape plan spread sheet
shredding throat muscles
so much pure symbolism
locked within these chords
this is not outside
this is the same exact spot
no one even moved
don’t put stock in sight
progress laced cocaine dollies
homeless windshield corp
he undid melting
I’ll ride my new addiction
will smith black ass-wards
drowning in sugar
my heart is pumping nectar
high fructose headache
held up to my face
to take another nibble
unrequited taste
caught beneath flavor
say what you want about drugs
they dissolve my tongue
are you who you are
which persona to adapt
when you are alone
the kids be restless
time crushes with irony
adults in freeze frame
can you really gauge
a stream of what has happened
I am still seven
etched in memories
more specific instances
seats and slow movements
maybe it won’t
accidental prophecy
over turned concepts
can you see places
at which point do I shut up
don’t let doing cease
lit little light works
disposable time clusters
out of focus spheres
pitted stomach drawls
if my eyes could capture frames
I could pay myself
here in the chamber
allow me to get comfy
chipped and discarded
vision melodies
admit hyper depression
regurgitation
watch him split open
rawest to the fucking core
splattered on the tile
exposed vertebrae
rotting through struggled effort
life worth connections
don’t blame anything
get back to basics of thought
seeing things not seen
straight from a postcard
mixtures of collective light
maybe he is right
we are led along
to skip out or start killing
you two versus time
slay what you want fought
a rematch will be amuck
sit your hands right down
shyness due to fear
the more of it that comes up
the less it matters
the prospect of reach
levels and echelons higher
way up above us
godfather headgear
fleeing utopian lands
smells can cure it all
different than last
no one will die on my watch
not if I am me
strategies progress
demilitarized and dull
watching dust settle
if we really did
would the limitless eat us?
would reverb swallow?
escapades in turn
money will not rain tonight
it is least needed
complete ideas
back to what you thought it was
lying in the fort