Float Dissolve

so just listen to cold water flowing through rusting pipes. pushing past sediment families, disappearing with too much unresolved feeling. the faucet drips, counting each moment with agitation. the previous year has been archived but we can assure you that they paid.

shampoo, perfume, fabric softener, chewing gum and the instant her skin breaks sweat. damp thoughts.

what is being built with every breath. every key depression. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
suddenly nothing means everything.

animated materials stamped with smiley faces. there’s sunlight in all of my fingernails
everyday more proof our perception can’t be trusted. unreliable and all we have. we grasp at words to separate this one thing into billions of pieces so trust in habits becomes validated. let’s get married because it means more . it carries more conversations and saves us from touching on those things nobody else wants. but do we find more processing. do we find less worrying. drive with more metal, less metal.

we don’t just forget our dreams we actually believe we don’t have them.

plastic straws poke ageless gadgets extracting busy bodies. don’t disdain what looks like not working. you scurry around from here to there overflowing with complaints because sitting still is frightening. it’s ok. i know it is.

i’m walking on protagonist sidewalks in the middle of summer and i have misplaced my shoes. the grass feels nice on my toes and the mud is wonderfully cold on the skin. trade in sleepiness for wild animal trophies. there’s too many people laughing glass of milk. tortilla chips and mean comments. if we weren’t separated what would we complain about. how could we attract more attention? don’t be upset by the ringing natural. slip into horizon

Courtesy of Evolve Happy.

Unfinished lyrics for a song I’m working on.

entertained by numb images
forget the reason why we showed up at all
ice sculptures, tired mothers
put the check in the mail and hope for the best
we don’t want to enjoy ourselves
left the ideas to someone else
wildfire situations running into walls
sweet scented calls for production models

whispering fragile confused directions
broken neck cuddling stop the bleeding affection

break down
throw up
don’t listen when there’s no time, short attention
inside it lies no memory no mistakes except for trying to shine
don’t try to make her cry about memorized standards
or what you think is not right
there is just life

there is no good or bad, it does not make me sad
it doesn’t have to be explained, go through the day with sharp abdominal pain

all of this is held within her pretty skin
thinking of two kids

55 envelopes black tea on an empty stomach
lungs untouched by air spray perfume blow dry hair
don’t look outside it’s too quiet
background noise warm pillows shut eyes
bright colors fade scrub carpet stains