Hazy Acres

Pressure

Letter

Invisible words sitting on a mantle in front of your favorite vice 

Which makes sense to burn 

Ghosts inviting the visit 

Imaginary friends driving a ride 

Inner demon

Universe Creed 

Any bounce you saw from steps yesterday 

Shakes like a train track 

Question repeater 

She came in through a window that wasn’t open for her

Then played a game 

Lost

Feathers in the air

Birds I loved at once but no longer have the space to see or hear 

Where are the others like me

D.O.C.

City that moves with lonely beings in the night 

Injecting their fears 

Denying 

Youth that ain’t youth anymore

Clearing mindfulness

Having to watch it all float away

No saving what doesn’t move 

We come to these conclusions 

Eyes in the woods

Yonder 

Waiting for a soul 

Up it wakes to the morning check to make sure I’m still alive 

After the fall

Rise up to the occasion of Self you’ve let go in depleted forms of nothing 

Nothing pictures

Nothing Memories 

Short term forget 

In the longing atmospheres expressing forms of the self 

Once liquid swirling around the dance 

Longer visions 

Words floating in and around the new system mentality 

Mental state of sugar high 

Get high to your own death song 

Tried to push it 

Snake patterns

They’ll eat your lunch for profit 

Break the cycle mind

Crazy monkeys 

Beating drums of no rhythmic fashion 

Solitude 

Isolation community 

Wants you 

Meet the cattle in line to sip from the average 

Magnify the indifference 

Judge little 

Watch 

Believe in your instincts to move 

Risk then rewind 

Stay 

Her divine felt like the devil 

Baby