shaken loose, it writes itself.

go past it! be blasted but still.
i tried to keep track of what the fuck just happened?
I wish it would all just uncomplicate,
clear and light.

keep soul strung strong above and raw to the surface
don’t tell me what to do!
quivering tongue to the tip
it unsnags the best of it
insatiable shadow sprung forth

you hold these things to be self-evident
your own maniacal truths
lord i am a victim of the eye

i’ll leave you to your twisted social convolusions
i’m off to dance with my delusions
(i am so sorry please forgive me)

i will be quietly enjoying pleasantries
for exhorbitant fees.
oh man and all your gods!
your idolatry prayer
that trickles unspoken
in the impermanent glare
so uncertain, i looked for you there
amongst the purple flowers, but you were not there.

put it all out on the table.
nothing is ever stable.

this is the shape and the character of love
and i just keep falling in.
stretching and flexing in the darkness,
tripping and falling through the sky.

i walked for hours on end.
and the eye kept staring in.

(and it will all come together
in the smoke and the nearness of breath)

and further and further and softer, now
the spring of reknown being

—

“i like you ’cause you make art out of things you touch. sometimes those things are people.”
-andy