June 2011
May 2011
who is sleeping on my pillow, soaking up my thoughts?
what are you without your love?
you’ve lost your branches in the winter months
and your hair is grown out like the man who sold you paint.
swimming beneath the powerlines
sadly, your haircut doesn’t make up for your personality.
i got a perfect machine
she does tricks for me
one hundred thoughts running through my crowded mind
lost and dreaming
i could die right now,
i’m filled with sun beams and moon kisses
i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
i lift my eyes and all is born again
you stopped sinking and learned to surf
i think of you in a way i’ve never thought of anyone else.
in the clouds, the grey ghosts live.
moonlight isn’t really from the moon at all.
i am shining smiles and flowery glows.
all the worlds i could lift only fit where i saw you
it is more natural to me, laying down.
then the sky and i are in open conversation
