Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

destroy your house and
everything in it
atlanta's sweet memoirs
fair weather and birds of
a feather speaking in
tongues and lamens terms
the only way i comprehend
anymore
is destiny to go in reverse
and have a round of deja vu
the blue kind,
maybe my new mind
set in stone
will free me of my past
.....

If homelessness were mental illness' crown
and nakedness exposed a human noun,
then what of unhoused brilliance
and nudity's resilience
to draw on earth for soul and home and gown?

wreckage of the future
knows no bounds, i found
out seventeen more reasons
to forget everything i knew
self imposed amnesia
a convienence of illusion
on that horizon calls me
like i'm late for dinner.

I found
it too
a vein
to tap

sweet
bloody
denial

charts
a course
through
hunger's
flesh

we are
not
the meat
of puppets

for just anyone

We are all this
for the kiss
that never comes

for this alone
we strip our roads
down to pure
fabrication.

Happiness
Is possible
when we
close our eyes
forever.

collective narcolepcy
keeps me from dreaming
all those delicacies
that feed my mind in waking times
vanish at a call to
the unconcious
a timeless black place
coming and going at a
constant rate
keeps me from succumbing
fully, a nitche sublime
cross every line again
for you.