silver ghost

into the silver years, the ones that people dread.  i'm surprised by how much personhood is disregarded by those around me.
not worth investing time into an old dried out stick.
there is still life and dreams and hopes and inspiration and lust for life flowing through these veins.  so fuck you all.
one must believe
one has a need to continue
to the places that call my name.

fly right

flying
in
circles around the sun

burnt
by
proximity to truth

lunge
into
orbit
of
seeking

frozen oranges

went to the hospital
saw sick people
felt sick too
just looking at them
made me know my inner sickness

the unworthiness
the painful tearing up inside my gut
falling over on my face
on the inside
but remaining unspontaneous
frozen in fear

ha ha ha
life

pheel it

pheel
feel
real

oh

oh
oh
oh
ooh

it's
oh
so
controlled

equals darkest red known

inside my heart
are wide arid deserts
flashy red
desert pea flowers
smooth ancient hills
gibberstones
red red red
sand

perfect
contrast
clay
and gypsum
reflecting
the sun into my eyes

i'm squinting
but
trying to keep
it all in

holding
the
memories in every
tight muscle
and every
flabby
moment
they hold strong
in
the
centre
of
my red black heart

tie it on

over the mauve hills
falling
into
a
heap

drip
drip
drip

take
take
give

me
a
break