While we cherry picked out of red and green
Opportunities kept falling in between
Our conscious moments red shifted to left
We were sound asleep at the midnight theft
Sirens and strobe lights woke us up
You saw the light and I saw the dust
What do you do when you lose a game
Cheat and lie, don’t admit you lost
Sometimes I wonder
if the TVs I help make
can one day do more than
display a sharper image
of white noise and statics
Some nights I dream
of my body moving
in peculiar ways
My ears hearing
strange frequencies
In the mornings when
I think up of new words
I do it under the sheets
some I repeat to a rhythm
some, I’m afraid to keep
I think the world
is falling into chaos
What the elders feared
The ordinary speak
broken and disfigured
One day I’ll wake up
and outside my window
will lie a city, in contrast
with my memories
and indifferent to the past
Today I think I’ll stay in
Contemplating the machine
Ray tracing between the shades
Eyeing the gold square
until it fades
I’m on crack
It is so whack
to think that I
am on crack
Oh so hungry
need some snack
Only kidding
I am not baked
I’m on crack
I highly lack
enough crack
I need to get
into my room
to my iMac
to go online
to find some more
pack of crack
Macaroni night, I’m delighted to introduce
the dessert, blistering lizard
very carefully tazed and crazed
La moot, my maids made it, I lazed
Bum ta dum, I laced it up and pasted it
down the throat of the jackhammer
Terrorifying the glaze off the mace
Brewing the smell of a hammering bass
You used to make up stories that
only you could wrap your mind around
You used to tell me jokes which
in complexity of each I drowned
You used to take detours
down the streets that no one went
You used to paint the world with colors
that only you dreamt about
But now
You let stories with no soul
demean your mind and spirit
You let tasteless and petty jokes
rob you blind of your wit
You let fear of loneliness
keep you in line with everyone
You let the world paint your dreams
all that made you so special
soon will vanish, soon will be gone
You are a doll
You always carry a heart melting smile
on those cherry bomb lips, with style
You’re a dangerous, deadly little doll
You take away the air out of our lungs
by your electrifying laughs
your white summer dress
your dreamy walk and your flirty talk
You and I should talk
If you have a minute or two
If time stretches at rates
that you are not used to
If your cup of coffee
has lately been half empty
If in milk and honey
you taste the sour too
If the ordinary ways
are fading out of sight
If the sheets of your mind
are slowly turning white
If the feeling of waking up
restless and confused at night
is the one you get duelling
at paralyzing heights
You and I should talk
if you liked what you read
If I spoke a part of your mind
that you had never heard
If you are stuck with a dullness
on your long and windy trail
If you are eager to hear
the rest of the tale
Unlike you, I didn’t pack for the longest route
And now I need to make do with what I got
Don’t ask me to abandon ship and swim to shore
Teach me how to fix my boat so I can save myself
I carved a tree out of mud
Laid a great wall outside
Set fire to wood, burning bright
I sat down and got lost in thoughts
Thought of the past
A train rushing past
Sun shining desert hot
Green rising from grass
Pinky dreams of indiscreet silences
fill my head in preparations
Tall grasses in the yard cast shadows
without a hint of separation
Lights go out and come back on
it is a sticky situation
Technicalities you frown upon are tonight
the cruciality of my calculations