wish i could speak my mind
buried in makeup
sleepwalking through consciousness

slowly consume me
je t'aime

he died

my eyes, two bird wings
two almonds, two octopi
two eggplants.

my bottom canines match one another,
perfect copies.

my open jaw's a prism
its rainbow pours over my berlin wall
and what comes out is never a connection
of my thoughts into speech
properly, at least.

my teeth rubbing against one another
is the most beautiful symphony i've ever heard
i close my eyes and see a big top
its symbolic of my thoughts
as the shaman flicks his smoke to create
words of the future.

this institution is polluting my mind
its devastated frequenters clog its wide arteries
and the vibes it emits
have got me down.

how does the sun shine
on an afternoon like this?

returning

seagull's a sharp contrast against the grey dismal sky
with a sunset orange snack in its pointed beak
i watch it fly and i lock up inside
with my nose and eyes pointed to the sky
the cold freezes my jaw but so does the scene
and orange giants wheeze by so close
that i can sense them without sight.
they're almost touchable.

the branching spines look like palm trees
but how could they, so covered in snow?
an oxymoronic, hysterical sight
the snow clods thud to the earth
gracious to gravity
and you giggle.

the air is warmer with snow on the ground
and you wonder how
must be precipitation in the atmosphere
fornicating insulation.

everything seemed complicated after that day
but perhaps i just finally opened my eyes

i'm unsure if i can do this
but i know i can still speak:
he is a little intricate diamond
and my eye catches his light always.
the other pillar, so physical
i shy away, i am ruined for this.