Re: bad days

You're quite funny–
you think you know bad?
Try being sick, or crazy, or mad.

Look at you,
you know nothing of this.
You needlessly yearn but have nothing to miss.

You're inventing problems
your strawberries froze!??
I've never eaten one of those.

bad days

My strawberries froze
my friends are upset
the walls know
the coroner I met

Hibernation is over
the blue bells run dead
the battering red rover
has left us in shreds

The landscape drips oil
our ever blunder
o'er wasteland we toil
and defeated, fall asunder

I must bring myself to say
Sometimes I fear these are very bad days.

Magic exists,

I discovered in a soft pink room

in a 20-minute dream

fuzzy heart trace gracing my head

prisms of sunshine falling from zzzzzzz

I awoke restored in the province of fairy

knowing the world magical to be.

And to that girl,

Makenna Rose,

who makes me believe magic exists–

Clad in pink, clasping to spires

She looks to the open sea

Sun a tangerine orb of fire

From guile affectation she's finally free

That which fizzles here on planet's castle

The institutions of music it pervades

They mistake beautiful for fragile

Forgetting her heart is of the glade

Let us together the three sing

in full-lunged triumph to their glower

speeding night to Muse we cling

They forget that warmth, kindness, are power.

to my gorgeous friend, happy late birthday

let Tolkien's light again this year forge your way. <3

Limoncello

A bottle, geometrical glass, its mystical contents contained by wax dripped seven years past.

In it there's brusque matching dresses, white foldout chairs rows upon rows, the beating sun.

An afternoon slathered in sunscreen, swingset haven to our exhilaration.

Crisply: "Be our DJ," and the radio propelled in and out of midday traffic.

Sometimes I wonder where they went– 

and if there's no way of getting them back

what happens when the seal is broken, the bottle empty?

Flat

I can brush off rude remarks.

but I am so unduly tempted to stomp our interactions of late into the ground, to grind them back to where they are alien signifiers disembodied from their gritty reality.

I wish that our interactions could be reduced to a common denominator.

That they could've happened over a wire, with no one to witness.

That they were flattened a good dimension.

That it was a phone call, and that I had the freedom to defend myself with a healthy "Fuck you."

Embracing Truth

Let's go
and
stand in the sun

and face its brilliance

till we're forced to squint through our eyelashes.

Till it permeates our skin
minds and hearts

Till it banishes all
the messy cover-ups
all those pointless games
of hide-and-seek–
because that's all they were
anyways–

games.

Till the light covers everything
and we can finally call ourselves human

without cringing.

Please, let's go now
and declare ourselves to be –

They Ate Pretense for Breakfast

Smattered across the city
like dabs of paint
they woke up
rubbed their bleary eyes
threw on
their outer shells
and opened their fridge doors
BANG
nothing good to eat
but a nice bowl
of arrogance
they gulp it down
and so
they ate pretension
for breakfast.

Laugh it off
and take it
with a grain of salt:

When you can see clear through
to the other side
it's so
beautifully
ridiculous.