seethe, goddamnit!

seethe with excitement,
you are the supervolcano,
the megashark
that defies all known history-
boundaries.

forget what holds you back
because it's too heavy to carry on
this flight requires you to pack
light that we need to lift off.

let history become the sun plumitting
across your rearview mirror.
let tomorrow become
something you'll never know.

it's ok to be fully in the moment.
it's ok to be fully.
it's ok to be.
it's ok.

these women...

These women with bodies
like fire hydrants
on burning August days,
gushing all everywhere-
these young gleaming things-
they'll be the death of me.

they grind and wink and tell me things
with their lips so close to mine;
about places they long to see
but don't have the time.

they tell me of their past lives
with lovers lost and memories found,
in places too dusty to be spoken of often.

i swoon on one leg, then the other foot
and my heart crescendos
like a whale's mourning song
and they smile and are gone
leaving me clutching my kick-drum
heart watching the night take her back,
her back to mine.

chicago snows on us

This night was made for us
two to enjoy and ruin.
because it's too small to fit
all of ourselves into-
your smile and my burning heart.

And these snow flakes?
sure they drift on
and apart and fall lost
but no matter how long they fly,
they always melt by your touch.

so i guess i'm a snow flake,
horribly cliche
and doomed from the start.

because that much we share,
both terrified of the fall
and jaded by the stars.

Dropping like frozen light,
trapped and towed by the weight
of your eyes,
the blueness of the sky palpable
and that horizon that never flinches,
my teary-tired view
falls onto you
and the valley of your lips;
and in the moment before i die,
i sigh and close my eyes,
then melt from your touch.

there's lovers over there:

there's lovers over there:
they're wrapping themselves up
in sweat-soaked sheets
and low hanging fears-
hoping they stay below the radar.

there's lovers over there:
i can hear the wet snap of kisses
and the hollow squarbble of
eyes rolling like marbles on glass.

there's lovers over there:
let'em be,
let'em be,
let'em love enough
for all of us.

it's time to be ridiculous

it's time to be ridiculous.

give me the moment to own
and i'll nail it like a breakboy pose-
just so, just so bold and emboldened.
lets start it slow and let it grow
like a vine across the road.

it's time to be ridiculous.

yeah, take a walk on the wild side,
that's where the wild things are,
where love burns hot like stars
and fires rage behind soft eyes.

it's time to get
fucking ridiculous
and let the words drip
like raw molasses
from your bloody lips.

it's time to be ridiculous.

There's no more fence sitting
and letting life stroll by
with that shine in her eyes
and those apocalypse thighs
that are begging for your cock.

it's time to be ridiculous.

so give it to her like she wants it-
hard and all the way in.
because we all know
you've been holding back your
punches, dodging the air-
boxing your own shadow
(like you can even win).

it's time to be ridiculous.

Don't let this be a fair fight
because your life's on the line.
Nature called and she's crying
pushing the words out.
she can't do this anymore,
she's gonna leave you
if you don't start trying.

it's time to be ridiculous
and never wonder "what if,"

there are days i feel like atlas-

there are days i feel like atlas-
shrugging is out of the question.
the worlds pressing down on me,
while also surrounding me,
suffocating like blood on your hands.

lord, what can i do to help
that wont sacrifice myself?
that wont erase all those
strokes by stronger folks,
the one we hold days of mourning for.

who do you think this is?
some kid with no ambition?
listen, i got more goals
than a fucking FIFA tournament.
and god help the poor fool
who says i can't do it.

i take my words seriously.
you better come strapped with a plan
and armed to the teeth
if you indent of stripping me of my speech,
my ability to reach across the air and
show, tell, and teach.

haters don't quit,
you gotta learn quick.,
better steer your ship
where you wanna get
'cuz everyone says their ways best

time to show the world
what you're made of,
your heart of gold
your diamond tip persistence.

my friend took a train across china, and this is what i thought of when he told me about it

every soul
from beijing to chicago,
burns for home.

you know it is true,
wont nobody know
the troubles you've seen.
but believe me,
we all know
how lonely it feels
to be that rolling stone.