As soon as you start to define anything.
You realize it's too late
someone wrote about it sometime,
and theirs was probably better anyway.
The dark eyes outside at night seem to keep me up,
and that defining withering sun
makes me feel just so drowsy.
It is not a matter of inspiration
to get these poems written.
Instead, it's the opposite.
Why does it always seem like something's wrong
even when it all seems to be going right?
just a room full of people in your head
bidding for control of your head.
It's not like I don't want to talk to people.
I see a lack of reason, is all.
Over fifty percent of communication is nonverbal
So what is our deal with words?
they're as inert as rocks
they describe so much that can't be touched.
Frustration means nothing but what you put behind it.
I can't grasp my palm around the word imagination.
So how can you understand even what I meant?
It's the sound of that Raven outside.
which brings me to awaken after midday's light
when my dreams are so inviting
and life has nothing I really need
I don't think I'd mind
just falling asleep, again.
An ant colony that has lost its drive
a hive working for the destruction of the queen
We like nice things
so we want them to last.
Defy all your free will.
and be those chemicals that make up our bodies
float in the water we're made of.
headlights in the distance
I do not move
for deer have had the right idea all along.
We're saying 'no' to the infinite at every passing second
but some ties keep us here
so I sidestep instead
and wait for a time to come
when 'yes' can finally be spoken.
when I was a child
they asked me what I wanted to be
and I replied, "an explorer."
If only I knew
distant isles are gone for now, and a while.
I should have said "A carrot."
because I seem more like that
than anything else.
Just like my radiator is filled with bugs
I imagine that must look like heaven's gates.
Something is keeping me here
and it's not the Red Bull and weed.
but I hope for one day
when everyone breaks the veil
and realizes it's their world to create and destroy
And blood dines on blood. I wait.