The dream of the strange

A little spaced out, a tiny bit hazy,
A miniature odd, a zany zest,
Peculiar behavioral patterns at best
And at worst my psychiatrist calls it crazy

“Habitually fine” I say, my common customary
The what the people want retort
A television show on airy
And I am a blue screen weather report

Actually, Miss, I am abnormally strangely
Your typical defect, a regular anomaly,
Conventionally deviant, whichever you choose,
I am a critical mess reaching critical mass

I mean the pressure is cooking the arrow in red
Right next to the words that read ‘massively dodgy’
But instead of exploding I’m melting my head
Being reduced to the act of entropy

Such are the laws of physics for us, a necessary adversary
A force not to be reckoned with, merely a theory
When despair and depression are leaking and dripping
And my fucking decorum is sliding and slipping

I want a don’t push me red glowing power button
that saves me from dangerous things like myself
And throws me at speeds going up to light haste
Fast and far forward, post-gloominess state

The dream of time

I remember once I could not still my love
Those days love lay like
a silken sheet
for all the world to see

And hope still stretched its even covering
On the spotless beginning
Of an unwritten word
On a blank slate

One mind, I agreed, and one soul for the both of us

I remember there was a steep ravine,
Where our landscapes met
and we pretended to fall forever

Suspended, we hung for so long
Our bones could not undo the weight
Of gravitation’s endless greed

One mind, I agreed, and one soul for the both of us

Upon fields of ancient karma, in the atmosphere of your stillness
stars align that com-busted when we were born eons ago
We were still stardust then

I have lost so much since we made those drunken steps for miles and miles
To crash our bohemian dreams into a lamppost or two
And after that the small dream came easily

One mind and one soul for the both of us

Fear

First the moon rises
Her silvery house
In a different sky
I can reach, but it’s somewhere else

Then the earth falls away
A red hot hole
That curls around
I stand there until it burns away my features

I am emptiness between atoms
Nothingness between matter
I am silence

Words keep dying in their skin
I remember the caterpillars
In the corner of our shed

Hope is shell that
Keeps you from flying
through the garden and feel
The blades of sunlight
Cutting through the grass
And being moved by it

The dream of indifference

It was our song, the opera of arthropods
A libretto of our collisions conflict
We knew how to grow a shell

Shut up and drive

The padded roofed silver wheeled electrical windowed habituated adaptable speed device
Is professionally navigated, optionally ventilated, tissues mandatory styled

Inside: a blond interior, gadget trapped, switched on, turned high, revised to fit your pose
Your appearance is a metallic flavored favor for the babes who devour it

And nothing can compete with the comatose, the monotone, the metro-man you are
And the insentience that cradles your vinyl coated co-existence with the vitamin pill

Not to mention the pills you take to undo the effect of the pills you take
Or the women you take to undo the effect of the women you take

Those are just an added bonus I presume

The dream of going

The cold wind, the curve, the side view mirror
My hand tracing the reflected hand
Tracing the hand that traces

The blur, the gaze, in retrospect
Seems to pass by in fragmentation
Then a gas station

The haunting, the memory, the lamp-lit road
All gravitates towards the greatness of
All great meaningful things left
Gratefully unsaid

Above all

Generally I want to leave my life alone
And fall in love with nothing

For to be or not to be alone?
That is a question