sometimes you have to look for a spot of happiness on a bottle of poison
eating away at the memories
cluttering the mind full of soot
ratcheting the false hopes of tomorrow onto the ideals of today
looking for the answer in a pack of cigarettes
washing the forest with flames of the past
taking away the future

sometimes you have to look for a spot of hope on the back of a dumpster
and sometimes you have to wander to know
what anything really is
the day slips left behinds and crushed
dreams empty and forgotten
sleepiness overcomes
and the sun shoots rays into your eyes

sometimes you have to look for a spot of despair in a rainbow
all the colors melt together into an infinite mess of shadow
circles taking the place of squares in the middle of the dusk
and how do we know anything at all
washing yourself clean of thoughts of yesterday
wiping your face off with rust
howling at nothing but meaning every note

sometimes you have to look for things where they do not belong
and then sometimes you find the things that do
and when the wind is blowing in your direction
the sweeping motions of the tide will carry you out
back to the sea of life where we were all given birth
and someday we will all see
the things that were meant to be seen
all along

the water rises
up and over the shore
a singular initiative
a song of an open door
purifying all
cleansing the earth
as it swallows it whole

spout
cling to this sinking dirt
shades of coal
shades of mirth
down deep
deeper still
rising
filling

slipped dirt finger
a grasp
a letting go
a falling into
last inhaled air

breath takes a little less
staring into the deep
convulsing apparatus
in a moment we will all sleep

the water rises still
cling to the soft earth
a shade
a cleansing envelop
look into the deep
in a moment we will all sleep
in a moment…

pluck into the sound stream
a forest taken to wit
a glue jelled on the end of the enormous

procrastinate
forget what you have learned
but remember who you are
once and twice into the reveries
pocketed jewel castrated
for long and protracted

ice chill man infrastructure
pass the hull of a giant
and the lull of a midget
into the void of earth
never to know what

peaceful apparitions
over and over
two decades
in a storm of filth
part taken and part lost
given into
washed out

peaceful eruptions
ash in the night sky
no what
where
how is this what
but they all stare
passing through
with eyes closed

praying open
and gazing into it all
forgiving
parts taken and frothed
require you to say
stay

oh the point
oh the forgotten
oh the less
and the more
and the the the

oh peaceful drowning
wash this all away
let it pass on through
into the the
the

crossfire interludes
passing on and on
into
through
out
inside
deep
disturb
passing on and on
into
inside
deep
never out
disturb

oh
peaceful explosions
on the side of a cadaver
what would you think if
you knew what it was
what would you think if
you heard the pluck
into the sound stream

passing through a dimensional wharf into the skyline above
possibilities overlapped into the moon phase
mental awareness forgotten long ago by the peace keeping imbeciles

but then again what what
huh

haha yeah

you know
the forgotten ones always know
but me
not me
as I pass through and remember
what it was that I was
and were
as it were
where?
here
no?
never in hell

stepping on the necks of all that are across to the moment
and a picture of Dorian gray hangs upon the wall mocking forever
no imminent disaster could calamity this
and no passing forecaster could brain wipe the masses of the truth
that no one knew
or cared
for the possibilities were endless at the time
and no one cared anyways
because we have our things
and we use them well
to distract from the truth and the ALL

hahaha

such foolishness
to think
yeah
TO THINK
why think?
fuck that

you know

hahah I knew

I FUCKING KNEW IT
and you passed it along without a thought into the back of your mind
you let it slip to the back of your consciousness and forgot it among the trivial things
weight food heart beat
haha! I laugh

THAT IS RIGHT
I laugh at you and all of the other yous you try to hide beneath
all of the others deep within
but you are all the same
the same idiotic masses that play dominoes to waste time
then something happens

BANG

and you wonder why

hahaha

I KNOW WHY

but you feel around and fall to the
ground
and grasp and grope
but towards nothing at all
you feel around
hahahaha and you fall
YOU FUCKING FALL TO THE GROUND LIKE CLUMPS OF CLAY
and I laugh some more

then I fall with you
just for the hell of it
and giggle at the stupidity at which I feel
and the straightjacket mentality of the world follows through
and hahahahahahahahahaha

oh no what is this oh no I don’t understand oh no where is the crux oh no…

jingle jangle pass pass pass pass pass pass pass pass pass pass pass pass
into the front and center
to the left and to the…

there is a time and a place for circus
a levity and a balance
there is a point in time with a dot
that connects the earth to
the forgotten

you look straight at the end
seeking atonement
but all you will find
is the collapsing walls of
purified
dirt

harsh strokes brushed into canvas
give rise to great thinkers and
mimicry

tombs long past eat away
at the circus point of time place view
looking at the blackness
in between stars
you can see
only…

verse and unversed
click mountain movement
time slows and degrades its shape to blue
and in the corner of your eye
all you can see
is the pure
emptiness
between the stars