my change was a lie
mathematical dry ground
knew this would happen

pendulous resolve
culminating in nothing
full fledged slow motion

i’m only eager
decide what it’s worth to me
even transmute guilt

I choke myself up
welcome back to 7th grade
not quite what I meant

glorified in mind
it really was a good time
1/3rd psychosis

stream of sustenance
retract my frozen tendrils
circles in her eyes

wasted it again
this box can be my portal
it was nice to hear

did you get my call
attempted telepathy
maybe if it stays

a double surprise
I got both your hidden notes
sharpest pain of joy

shine the listless shell
push your things toward fruition
scare the outsiders

my vague metaphors
will anyone spend the time
scanning the unclear

the notion of frown
coughing and staring at you
down around the town

gone and ruined lives
all these songs are dead to me
strength dissolves in salt

overloaded eyes
wasn’t supposed to happen
no one will be there

dreaded waking pains
crippling holes in my core
taunting dreams of light

it doesn’t make sense
I feel everything at once
clarity pictures

walking down the street
the arms intertwine away
tripping on the cracks

the moments of bliss
raising my standards higher
understanding talks

up until this point
everything was straight forward
an untrodden youth

inexperience
I have yet to learn coping
my age deceives me

hanging underneath
together we can fathom
endless emptiness

I’ll pretend you’re here
sitting by the windowsill
thinking on the train

sprinklers on my ear
caress of  genuine pull
so many smiles

simplified further
walking ’round parking structures
sipping on pure joy

the ease of life’s blithe
crushing caps and writing ‘kus
island of sheen light

one under my belt
lack of physical presence
walk backwards on me

visual pleasure
ties to feelings you don’t feel
biological

musky glass bottle
the stars shouldn’t be alone
a network of strings

butcher paper scrawls
pathological networks
a note to yourself

a room full of thoughts
closest to the inside realm
mutual face glance

blank sleep around us
unity of the senses
the need for the new

boundless shell of life
exploration enshrouding
a sky in your mind

under the sink soup
incestuous melody
life sucks, don’t blow it

you have been chosen
make ups, break ups, and wake ups
i just want more times

private property
go ahead and tase me bro
kill me over it

give me an excuse
another way to blow out
you know I’m so prone

you know what space tree
i think i’ll sell people lies
that’ll do the trick

it’s really something
when you finally decide
life is all your fault

dont feel like skating
cant think up a good haiku
is death by fire points

I am become Vince
eating my starburst slowly
it bursts, like a star

hands made of oil
blasted with radiation
heat the sleeping sack

I thought I’d forget
my wasted time turned to gold
both of you should know

my selfish action
I wish I could regret them
but they feel so great

all of the top three
in natural habitat
are golden and wet

liquid breezy things
the cleanest vision of eyes
small annoyances

the pleasure in time
it was never known til now
and still it’s fleeting

an obsolete feel
the first time in a long time
revisiting my head space

intertwining crust
rumble a clean one this time
relax a second

is growth even real
the relative perspective
constantly changing

never within reach
it will be what it wasn’t
we will never know

placidity tree
upward and outward in reach
dangling fractals

drag me round and round
in joyous nectar feeding
emotion response

there are certain thoughts
that penetrate thinking fields
flow around my brain

it’s good that I can’t
understanding alludes me
to sit and to smile

the dirt siblings sesh
shrapnel glitters in the sky
isolated snap

crawl all over me
disoriented pain sprawl
roll back down the hill

a thrashed up death vibe
audible trailer park hell
iodine handshake

seesaw buddy pack
chime in around noodle love
I see through your face

my tensed up brain wire
sends indescribable fear
preventing goods sent

intangible words
try and keep the sky open
I’ll invent my own

get a good result
substitute reality
everything you want

pearsonville raceway
meaningless satellite dish
morse code echos up

rewired synapse
punctured exoskeleton
thorax fluid leak

amber and sydney
your medical conditions
volcano wizard

everywhere you go
the problems will melt away
rainbow pool swim fest

mono lake’s on fire
drive forever together
coolest ten year old

don’t question your feels
retrospective obsession
fake constellations

rocks made of sponge dust
meursault’s murder holocaust
caught in the slip stream

pink bleach clouds churning
fire on the horizon
beta tendencies

the side of the road
a crater in the dust fields
pictures of the dead

roll with it sonny
lay down your favorite stuff bro
we can hang around

chill serious hard
think you gotta lax you mind
goals make it uptight

set your mind to it
don’t let your head ruin it
scribble your hopes down

tonight’s enigma
take a step back and get real
fill it to the brim

the chance to get dead
inappropriate response
I stare at the ground

then we get that far
all of everything in arms
lay down and think hard

a lifetime trade-off
spent physical for mental
the best decision

I couldn’t tell him
communication is hard
we’ll fix it in post

time melts everything
uncharacterizable
strangers passing by

live up to your words
embarrassed to be sorry
I guess we all are

this one’s straight to tape
public transit’s common eye
insanity creeps

where you want to go?
samplers on the closet’s shelf
washed all over her

backbone of deceit
evading lies of your life
always relevant

shrapnel scratched the brim
pray your mindset doesn’t change
hold heads of the edge

wobble graze meltdown
keep your hair wet when you’re down
rinse the speckles down

sun and photons keep
rotation among the stars
astral bodies laugh

imprint of the eyes
ill social preconceptions
natural order

fuck with the logic
invent a new way to die
vertical crawling

stay presentable
kick the shit into their face
communicate bold

hiss and crackles near
whatever matters to you
is all that is real