Lay

ease your thoughts into something else


Bring me the nothingness 


I hear deep within music

words 


Rend me upon your shores


Devour me in your grasp


Feed me with your light

dissect me

gnash me in the tide

So that I may yearn for more

Hold me

deep within your dreams

like a special stone

you keep in your memory

from a day long forgotten  

spent walking along the sand

as we bathe in salt and foam

shed your water for me

the thirst is unquenchable

let me drink you in

Consume me, ravenously

Defile me with your love 

against the vastness of the sea

arise from all this monotony

in the fire that I feel for you

Santa Monica Blvd.

And the sun burns high

Like a meteor and I,

Cannot know how this will end

The tears that never come

Leave this place so undone

And the dreams come to an end

But the weight of the day

In every strange way

Make you seem like we are friends

And I cannot express

The way that I confess

That I’m starting to reach amends

stack chips (SOC)

In a heaven that is not here

This dream becomes a consumptive reality

Like thirsty plants reaching skyward to drink in the light
As their humanity seeps out through the cracks
I love the people
But hate the crowd

Funny, sarcastic, loving and caring

they shuffle through the rivers of light,

frustrated with the mass they occupy

in a world of meaningful numbers and paper

we find solace in each other

as though stacking chips will grant us freedom from ourselves

the helicopters cut sky with a river of sound that never ceases

while below we huddle together under a cloud of dirty jokes that celebrate the absurdity of our being that penetrates everything around us

learning never to fear that which is out of your control

where fear is the mind-killer in a place where it is so important to keep your head

one more thing

They pour out in rivers of red

And white

the blood and bone of this entity

this endless operation of hustle

spurred into action through want

and need

as though desire granted absolution

like the thunderheads we all wish for

as we wait for the bus

can you not feel the power?

Can you not taste the rage

And the restlessness?

And under these burning skies

And concrete

Their hearts burst with a hunger that never knows reason

Their minds bloom with necessity

And all of it is casual and vain

And all of it is real.

As though some kind of cataclysm could be worse,

the predators that haunt your dreams are powerless

if you don’t sleep.

And the hallucinations of the deprived become manifest

Like a car slipping off the road in some backwood forest 

 That strips you of you innocence, irreversibly

Rending us

In a world governed by the awoken and evil 

And all of it is real.

the consent that cannot even be perceived

In a yearning for some esoteric grandeur

What makes them strong makes them vulnerable

And complacent

the metal and glass, the wire and wood, the resources and networking

give them nothing more than they were born with

and nothing that will make them happier  

it becomes an articulated fantasy

where every aspect is refined into absurdity

And all of it is real. 

25/100

The Debilitating isolation consumes

All the Cares for this plane,

In  a realm where nobody listens because nobody expects to be listened to:

In the attempts to be so incredibly non-confrontational, that everything  becomes combative.

My life ticks away each precious second

& I listen to the cacophony that drowns out the space for more reverent thoughts

Filling the vacuum of the places between us with stuff that seems to make sense but is inconsequential

It is the illusion of reverence

The deception of prowess

And the substitution of substance, for substance

Which erodes all the ‘fun’ into this bitter flour

And we eat it in our minds, endlessly wondering why it never satiates

the discouragement to be held is what has been given the reigns

as the tears of the earth never fall

where wild things still remain free

assiduously willing to thirst for their dreams