Follow the Sun

Count all my needs on one hand tonight

two sips, two lips
eaten alive

and I should know better,
but I don't.

Let's go.

The sun's going down
and I'm at your beck and call.

Tell me tell me tell me
to follow the sun

Unorthodox

On the brink of eruption
(fade in)

Empty bottles in the street
crunching underneath rising volatility
(cue smoke)

The death of wonder
provoking unorthodox seance:
busting thumbs.

Itchy fingers pending blood loss
reaching out, praying;
delinquency comes full circle.

Please, I just miss my little boy.

Conquest and the Conquered

interest piqued
mouth breached
taste everywhere we've been tonight

conquest and the conquered
who's keeping score?

bruh.

Realigning priorities,
I feel like youth has betrayed me.

No waves.

Hours to kill and
no energy left
to throw in the towel.

Still water.

I'm on the rocks
and drowning,
sinking deeper.

Finding new lows,
take it away bruh.

Traces Remain

Getting to
    the root,
the heart of it all,

traces will always remain;
scarred over bits of
    sentimentality
where I've learned from living
(and vice versa).

After kicking myself awhile,
I regret nothing.

Sometimes a spotlight is necessary
to illuminate the cracks,
identify weakness, and
    bloom.

My Thoughts Are Scattered All Across This Street

Just a glimpse
into a forfeited future,
because it's not nice to stare.

Compartmentalizing afterthoughts:

I'm on another planet and it's all three's
(the magic number).

Find the dynamite, let sparks fly.

Up in smoke nothing's tied down.

My thoughts are scattered all across this street
and maybe
it has nothing to do with seeing you...

Momentary Art

I long to part her like the sea;
wide open cavity

her sap is sweet
like cider

our every sin blending together,
skin on skin

our bodies making momentary art
faded by sunlight