Burning Plastic

My wings melted.

I'm trying to piece together puddles of
roasted memories and every drop was me
at some point in time.

The sun is red-hot with regrets of hesitation.

I daren't blink,
staring right into your blinding light.

Can you take ownership of
the sweltering excitement you leave
in your wake?

Am I getting too close?

Are your walls too high
to even cast shadows
on my forgotten wings?

Every breath tastes like burning plastic
and I can't make excuses
for the taste anymore.

I flew too close and somehow
never saw it coming.

Green Light

Finding the line between
love and something else,
I think I see the hesitation
to commit to the unknown.

Even clear paths are blurry
on overcast days
and I understand how it's hard
to see through the haze of past happenstance.

Trauma is a lens that
manifests differently for everyone
and rosy tints leave flags up
for great consternation.

Take a breath, assess for threats.

What's real will always manifest
in more ways than one.

Watch for signs, read the lights.

I'd like to think I'm on the factual side
of history in the making, but
it's a fool's errand to assume I'm always right.
So I'll sit tight and wait for you to decide.

I'm on a two-way street,
waiting for the green light.

Blood Moon

Find me at the full moon party
drinking until I remember
the thoughts I can't escape
always catch me in the end.

I can't see your intentions
in the moon's illumination.

And who's to say what you mean
when words allude you too.

I could ask more questions
but I'm tongue-tied at the sight of you,
basking in the secondary glow.

You know your eyes are the perfect blue
to get lost in too.
I'd come up for air if I realized
I hadn't taken a breath in days.

Maybe I wasn't meant for the sun,
we're shining just as bright anyway.

Tell me when our curvatures align.
We could pool our gravity together,
our masses are bound to collide.

On the Line

Love on the line
leave me hanging by a thread
bending rules like truths
we'll never make it to the end
I've got something on my mind
you've got nothing instead
dangling right in front of me
like your love is a threat

Explora

Thought Dora'd agree
before she approached shit so rationally.
She's shooting mezcal so naturally,
hanging on my every word
especially the absurdities.
She just keeps saying
let's just see.
Friend of a friend
but no friend to me.

Dora please,
leave me be.
Somethings just aren't meant to be.

Casting Stones

Ash broke off into butterflies
fluttering in the wind
trying to make it about where I've been,
but eyes straight ahead.

Maybe I have a plan now,
who's to say?

Maybe I'm the Great I Am,
but always black again.

Don't call me anything.

I'm simply moved,
carving my own path.
Just exchanging lines for time,
I think I'm going under.

Oh, here we go again,
call it Kalypso.

Slow down.

Sometimes
we never made it anywhere at all.

Gasping

Something's gotta give.
Praying something beats my
itchy trigger finger begging for answers
in this sea of silence.

I'm gasping for words.

Rye Whiskey

Tonight I'll praise the gods that be;
rye whiskey dreams
bleeding into my reality.

Pray that I never see the sun again,
heaven met earth and she's right in front of me.

I know that it's by design when
you remind me you won't be mine.
But still
our worlds collide from time to time,
and that's just fine.

You're just setting the scene for
rye whiskey dreams
bleeding into my reality.

At Best

Born blue, divine and devoid.

I'm leaving feeling for meaning
and never anything I want.

Asking myself too many questions and
finding answers in the empty spaces
my mind's creating,
even memory is leaving me.

Another day of violence
fabricating satisfaction,
another thing to surrender a later day.

Put on your Sunday best.
Another day at best, at best...

Alabaster Rind

Chipping away at your facade
cracks begin to form.
I wanna see right through your
alabaster rind.
Show me that beating heart baby,
I've got a gentle touch
and can hold it just right.
I fear I'm flying so close to the sun
I'll crystalize,
so when the taste of your skin leaves me paralyzed,
I'll take the passenger side
and let the sparks ignite.