bass head.

there would be colors as many as we have water

your face close by larger than life as our heads would pound pound pound

out of this world

everything we've been warned about an experience to never tell our children but dictates reality and color and plain and simple and noise

bass head

bass

so we can forget everything that sets us back and a world that is my own and it occupies my every thought and action and lack of action and breath and flicker of my eyes

look at me one more time

let go let go let go

i am alone but i want you close close closer

bass

bass head

i need a la la la la la

i need a oo la la la love

bass

bass head

trace in my highlighter ink

and i glow

tripping over wires that weren't there before

la la la la love

bass

bass

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRftXCiqfQ8

broken in half.

pencil, trace my outline

because for once, thats all there is

nothing pulling at me

except for the inner chords that make up the one person i always have been

but too afraid to let her be

no one will know,

for no one can see

no one but me

for i live with the shame of all my lies and all my faults and all my wishes and all my endeavors and all my pride [fallen] until they

shattered

every last one

so here i am left with nothing to draw but

myself

whoever she is

not who she wants to be

for i am done putting my faith in things that crash and fall

my inner chords are sour, imbalanced, somehow off

now i will listen closely to my soul and not the whispers of others,

my own voice included

for she lies

but me

i am not complicated

i am simple

simply downtrodden and forgetful of my own experience

blank

open, two halves

write on me, savior

4' 33".

apparently i was not worth cooking for. a craving, a hunger for being good enough. all of them letting me go. dicks. searching for a girl skinnier, pelvis first. i want release, for my ti to become a do, a tendency leading me forward. contrarily, i lie stuck in one position so my shirt won't slip off my shoulder. and slowly, i see the world i knew dying around me, inside me. it is the same. to your rue {making sore your tender pride}, i will drop you for another more humble. eyes across the room, all i know is i am moving down into something more deep than the color of your eyes and the length of your hair and the ranks of your ego. down into something more. change inside me, change around me.

music is both sound and silence.

to do what?

when i left home this morning it was summer, and upon my return there was fall.

don't call her sweetheart, thats me.

have you ever felt tired and anxious at the same time? its more draining than exercise.

too many people, too little time. not enough time for cleaning and sitting and being.

to do. to do what?