A future flickers over our heads in a quiet persistence

Glowing around us 

Like a halo

Like an idea

Under piercing light, we count the change in our pockets

25, 50, 53, 68

“Not enough”, he says

We wait until the sun squats over our hemisphere

A tired whore she never asked to be 

To give the wires a rest

Give us a peak at the details we miss

Humanity runs around itself and swears by a truth invented blindly

We keep counting the change

Never enough*

We’re sweating for credit while the world melts down her own legs

Her tears don't rain often anymore 

But when she does we drown

We dance in toxic rain

But usually, she holds them in the stratosphere

Guarding her grief like a tired mother with addictive children

She watches our egos trump the Yosemite 

And watches valleys become wastelands and shopping malls

We wait on the corner for a sign 

We wait on the corner for an inversion

For the earth to turn herself inside out 

Trapping us in her heart 

Bugs in jars 

Glass and sun

A virtue forgotten

Like one tide after the next

No wave can be truly measured only witnessed with honest eyes

But now the waves are above us

In the sky

Crashing down on empty wishes convinced upon us

Unwitnessed 

Forgotten

How did this world forget it was a world

Left in the hands of hunters instead of poets 

Attempting to find something bigger

Willing to give to return

Burn and regenerate

The fate of the fire lies in the only flicker left with intention

Passion and will

Love for the sea

Light feet in a kitchen

If I leave anything let it be what I wrote not what I said

All lost things are found here

But only with eyes closed

At the corner

The light flickering above our heads 

The halo

The idea

The burning desire for summer forever

Utopia, cool and collected

What are we but a medium to something I don't understand

No one is an artist

But the art translating itself into existence

Mere brushes

A coughing canvas

White and pure until we say so

The doves are tired of our shit

Can anyone blame them?

A world always a cent short

A world a slave to an old imagination

It's us

Richer souls

Faith in numbers

Steady stride toward evergreen

New madonnas

Fever dreams

Melting

Everywhere

Everything