Road Trip Day One
My car keeps track of miles traveled. But I am not a machine. I track my progress by counting vultures. Vultures. Scavenging on death. Celebrating every armadillo crushed under eighteen wheels. Where there are vultures, there are surely dead things. But where there are dead things, there were live things. Myself to be included. And so with each vulture I count, I am closer to death. And am readier...
I am FREE! Free to ride my bike With no shirt on And blind passing drivers With my mirror white skin. Free to deafen pedestrians With the biggest blackest voice My lungs can muster - Your love keeps lifting me higher - A freedom I didn’t have to fight for Because I am free to be at peace A freedom that is my birth rite as an individual. And every label is ripped off my mattress And my bed...
If you search for me I won’t be found. I’m sorry I can’t help you right now. You’re on your own. Don’t worry You can swim. I’m fighting demons. Wrestling. Earning scars. You don’t want to be here And I surely don’t want you to see me When the blue in my eyes is Not the calming ocean flow you’ve come to know But the apex of heat - The blue...
I swear right now I’m seeing green lights Everywhere I go But no one is moving. Like I want to go so fast But these people are all in my way. How many of you slow fucks Do I have to step on To breakthrough?
If we were both A lot fatter Like really really Fat, When we’d sit on the couch We’d be a lot closer to each other Because there would be More of us On the seat.
I love the way you touch me. Twining my fingers around yours Is climbing a tree Is my favorite past time. In a all these branches You’re the roots. You know where the good shit is And you’re the closest to sustenance. I think I’ll go for a bike ride To see if you’re outside. Hm hm hm, I bet you are.
I’m a tower and you’re paradise. From my view to you The sea hurls waves against me. Might need to find a new route But somehow I will see you happy. Good weather till then. May our crops yield fruit. We’re going to need a stockpile of energy To reach middle ground Where we’ll find home On the way back home.