unakin to makings so far realized, colors must exist because of you, i thought.
some intoxicating alchemy pumping wafts of desire, sage and Lemons glistened softly.
The delight of Guinness rested on his mustache; He Died 8 years prior in a motorcycle accident in virginia; and yet there he was- pure as the crystal chandeliers radiating fresh clamorous afternoon sunlight.
The second Guinness went down like silk, and the women next to me asked my name. a sparkling blue iris ember pierced right through my soul as our gazes met.
This existence I seem to balance with geometry like some bastion of incredulity.
you astounded me
like conch buried
deep beneath fierce uncomings of slippery doves.
But that would never be true unless I loved myself.
and believed what you said that day.
The smile on your face left never me. the sky unveiled diamonds beneath those lime trees that night.
A pile of dead skin and nail clippings Left my fingers and toes feeling new again. These gateways to perception so often neglected.
Saltwater and sun glistened off his beard
like abalones and cries to the moon
By a pack of hungry wolves. Geysers of passion and
Perfect halos of pernicious bliss
Extended infinitely skyward.
Have you found something you can hold onto?
That didn’t fade into obscurity like The feeling you never could describe.
And The ice cream truck didn't come until 8:30 as early porous moonlight burst out of the clouds- like a mother's first newborn gaze. a hard ten came at me steamrolling like water doubled over. Then I knew I was in love. And it did not stop, building steel chalets downhill at 1000 mph. Vinyl love swept generational karma, and light burst through me, like beignets of lightning and thunder. the barometric pressure changed before I touched you. yet the silence defined me. and the angels never felt what yoshi taught me in 4th grade.
if the free fall left you indifferent then maybe
the shape of you completes my every move
Like symmetry aligned with god
Screeching tiger lillys at dawn’s moistest hour oozed melancholy
Architypes of courage. the time on My watch read 8:1o rolling out of bed that day
Everything felt sticky and Cosmic rotations were all too obvious on that late October morning.