prgrssn/rgrssn

the human condition:
an unravelling mess waiting.
lately ive been a dreamer.
plans to take the moon.
and settle it in my back pocket.
runaway as fast as you can.
i appear dim to let you in,
i appear lost so i can be found,
i am the shutter you close before you sleep,
i am the pools, staring across the room.

thoughts the weight of stars.

its a time delay
im a time traveller
i walk your thoughts
unlocking doors
months later
to understand
the cogs
they spin
and
whirl
midair
to study the time
capsule of
us.

this town...

everybody here is a liar. currency.
two steps forward and one back.
wrapped in blankets and held.
i am the publisher.
windows to the heart.
i dream to close, dreamer.

two stones.

clicking photos. editor. a time machine.
re-live the pigments. re-live the smudges.
the blots, the ink splashes.
the patience.
writing letters to a future time.
forks and roads.
a summer echo.
breeze on through.



yes, its a truth.

substantiated; un.

oh oh. dont you know to follow, follow.
dont you know that the clouds they have no water,
the clouds they have no water.

guillotine.

aboard a train. i am the only passenger.
away. away.
with these calloused hands around a delicate delegate.
whispers, whispering.
rust sets in, a rustic setting. keep on forgetting.
of letting go, and of tooth and nails.
sending postcards.
wish you were here.

first day.

sleeping through my day. done with this already.
a world of inflated ties and tired eyes.
i dont share your good fortune.
i wait for the day to be over.
affected so. its dreadful though.
that all i can do is wait.
welcome back!

birth.

thank you.
and the glass is clear on the bathroom mirror.
its numbing but im coming home.
waving in hello's.
washed my hands clean.
resolutely.
nihilistic, i guess.
but i sleep soundly with a smile on my face.

requiem for a dream.

everyday i remember. everyday i am reminded.
stuck between a rock and a hard place.
i want to tell you. but i cant.
its at night when i feel the distance most.
ive read your letter over a dozen times.
and each time it hurts.
but i keep touching the fire.
timing is everything.

relent.

vapour sneaking underneath the door.
winding, finding its way in.
begins the racing. begins the chasing.
seesawing between extremes and i cant choose sides.
today im scared.
tomorrow i wont care.
all's fair, in lover's wars.
hold your silver tongue.

the patient.

lost a wing along the way.
skimming tree tops.
airplanes soar overheard. lights blinking at me.
you are the lighthouse.

hindsight.

i am the editor. close intent.
backwards and forwards in and out of our lives.
least i wont be alone tonight.

and it all went white...

clean slate begins now.
im going away. somewhere over the rainbow. and if birds can fly over, why cant i?
time to think. time to blink. a different perspective. a new objective.
and in the darkness only but the loneliest hearts remain.
(ctrl z. ctrl y.)
that someone so handsome should care.
thnks fr th mmrs.
farewell... for now.

its that sinking feeling...

a stranger. a chill down my spine, cut through the bone.
a racing heart.
afraid. so afraid.
its so cold.

morning.

why pamper life's complexity when the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat?

optimism.

the morning has a crisp air to it. i breathe, invite the cold of the breeze into my lungs, feel it rushing through me and i exhale carbon.
discarded thoughts and revelry.
its just me and the words, and the songs of the birds.
ive got a spring in my step, a lightbulb over my head. glowing. always.
when yes means maybe. finding silver since there is no gold.
dopaminergic.
please.

postscript.

flair for the fantastical.

the tale of sharkbear, the bear shark.

i'm pulling along a red cart.
inside the red cart:
1. a pocketful of luck.
2. your knife.
3. an ambiguous heart.

i sleep of you to dream. an island with no dock.
gargling throats and safety pills, they're throwing rocks. why?
my glass house.
a girl to write home about.
and leagues between us.
the weather.
whistling kettles help the heart settle.
but its okay, i've got envelopes to send.
hands are shaking and consolation waving.
the only one who's read the book.
a handsome wreck.
i am.

An A for Theatricality

breathing life into old and life begins anew. a reincarnation.

i'm refuting god, i'm a charity, i'm a floating note.

caught playing with fire, i sit there and watch the flames dance.

its not my fault, and i'm not to blame.

this feeling is relative. this feeling is unmeasurable. yet i lie an adjacent ruler for an expectant remark.

wish there was a detach button. like on those space rockets.

then i could drift and let the winds take me as gravity pulls me to a newer place.

then i would be as a free as a bird.

then i would dream.

then i would be complete.