morningshine.

Morningshine

And in the morning glory moments,
Quick glances of mere frames in time,
Like grains of sand on winter beaches,
I see your dreaming eyes so peaceful.
I hear your fevered illusion as the sun illuminates your face with golden stripes from the shade.

I take great care,
Not to move or quake,
No sound or shiver or shake,
No reason to wake the magnificent dreamer.

And finally, after a thousand mere frames pass,
A fresh breath,
A slow, grand opening of the almond eyes.
The day begins like the blooming of a flower in slow motion;
A new life every morning.
A new revealing of brilliant creation with colors more vivid than even God imagined, almost blindingly beautiful.
But the new days never end in bruised withering in the cold water.
Never end with dismal or dying closure,
But rather,
Like the cradling of a child.
Or with eyes longing and calling out for the next flowers' bloom come morningshine,
You and I align once more,
Weary,
But hopeful for the waking frames to follow.
-A

City Dreaming.

Today is the first,
I’ve felt okay in
Quite some time.
Momma can’t speak
And daddy don’t sleep,
The Sun just barely shines.

But with the bad comes the good,
You were always the good.

Let’s run away,
Drop everything and go to the empire state,
Adventure out into the city,
New York in winter could be so pretty.
We could sing your songs,
Play for tips the whole day long.
Oh, I know I just wanna hear you play,
So let’s run away.

I’m feeling inspired,
On the whims of your voice,
I could take on the world,
But Maybe I’ll start with Illinois.
Falling asleep in front of
Silver screen dreams,
As long as it’s with you,
I’ve got what I need.

Axle.

Together alone we’re always exploding bombs.

I’ll keep licking and licking till your flavor is gone.

You shape to mold like the ultimate fools gold,

Play the game, play the hand until we fold.

Automatic shaking then awaking the throne.

A tablespoon of feather tickles me to the bone.

Just come on over.

Come over with me.

Just come on over.

Come on over with me.

Small.

I’ve got a constellation on my shoulder,
a few crooked teeth.
I forgot to shave m’legs last night and,
My eyes are boring,

But you don’t make me feel so small.

My life’s kind of a mess somedays,
I’m a lazy little shit.
I forget about the good stuff and,
Remember all the rips,

But you don’t make me feel so small.

If I could pick you up,
in a Piggyback style,
I’d do it to remind you that I’ve always got a while,
During sacred nights,
To watch your half smile,
And to tell you how much I like you.
And we’ve got two accelerators,
Jumpin’ up at our feet from the floor,
But I’d rather stay here ‘cause
You’re the only thing I feel sometimes.

-A

Solidarity.

An American dollar to my Ugandan shilling,
How I came across this golden purr,
A motorboat in the ocean of strangeness.

But until now,
I never felt good or bad,
Only strange and unprepared.

And when I found a piece of the puzzle,
A sudden turning of gears,
The teeth that fit,
And now I'm giving thanks
To the Ultimately Real
And to coincidental circumstance.
A merchandise line,
A Business Card,
Pancakes.
A fundamental, beautiful,
Instantaneous inner commotion.
A screaming and burning.
I knew it from the start.
An itch almost,
Something I need.
I find myself in a whirlwind,
Sadness doesn't manifest itself
No withdrawals,
Or at least not yet.

A sound escapes my mouth
Through the teeth of a smile.
It is permanent.
We speak of being surrounded
By constant romantic miserables,
A fear of the future,
And then a relapse of synapse,
Until collapse.
And I beg this feeling itself,
Never give way,
Never let me go, never hide or waver.
Just give me another adventure.

He was a man of rugby, with a smile of diamond teeth and strawberry lips.
He was a trouble maker and of quietus; kept his kingdom free of hassle. 
He was all I could have wanted, and still I didn't. 

Donnie Darkens the room and the television, the man next to me as a storm when I lay.
A problem of mercury. A strange scenario. 
3 AM and I turn over to his back, shirtless. Only a matter of hours and yet I already needed to graze my fingers. 
He was all I could have wanted, but I still didn't.
Two weeks, he sleeps through the rain. He twitches and jumps all night, a dreamer through and through. An offer for flavored smoke and ice cream. I decide an ultimatum. I am going to fall off this bed unless I do something. The cold hard floor and I align. 
He was all I could have wanted, but I still didn't. 

-A

New York.

There's a vision which clouds my mind.
A wild thought and a wandering restlessness.
The thought of you here,
Or me there,
Christmas time in the city.
A thousand buildings all lit
As if the flame in my chest is
Consuming the rooms.
But they are not the focal point,
They are simply man made portals
For paperwork and corruption.

I imagine myself walking down the drive,
Your hand in mine,
With a warm coat over my shoulder,
Along with the visible evidence of your breath.
But you,
I don't quite know who you are.
Even still,
After all these years I still don't know you.
And as the snow crunches underfoot,
I envision being taken by you,
Consumed,
Wholly and purely and without needing to
Prove myself.

And then as we walk there together,
Past the wooden dock and over the frozen lake,
We realize that maybe,
Just as the flakes of snow
Find their sole purpose in falling
And freezing onto more of these flakes,
So do we.
All we are,
Precipitation.