A GRAVEYARD OF COLORFUL BONES

We were a diverse people, and we took all our bets. Star pieces and irregularly breaking minerals Living for glass notes from bell towers and the moment before ice turns to water. We were a diverse people, our blood always told the truth. All in all the time. If I have a king I bet fifty. All the time. Dont you dare talk about our parents like that. You know, I sold my entire kingdom for a smile like that. Only you know Only god knows.

This family has no scientific merit But it lets us know Which are the true butterflies And which are not Which ones are just pulling your leg, having a good time. The ones we can forget about. But the ones that we forget about and forget to see we forget how to see They laugh and they laugh and it rains harder and harder, spilling like my mind, Like the wings I hear.

I dont like you I like your wings. All momogrammed vanilla milk and prismatic silk.

walk across frosted grass Dont try to figure this out or anything Crunch instead on sleepy dreams And crisp delicately the hopes of children who dont know any better (and dont want to)

What point it there to be grateful if it was all going to happen anways? I dont know what else to be so ill just be thankful Im very thankful that I met you on my road This is a love poem for everyone ive ever met and it is everyone ive ever me This is a lovepoem for god And it is god Thats what rumi told me william wordsworth too And yes mewithoutyou

Im stiff all over Out of practice of living

This mysterious Jelly. Are you stuck in the kelp or commanding it? Part of the ocean or demanding it We both need to probably worry less. You keep bobbing around.

Well leave you to it.

A light rustling In the universe. A light rustling In the nest. Something with plants and quiet time. But a lot of people. Something with plants and people. A medium amount I dont know. Just not this.

Some thoughts before a mandatory web conference I hope they have a sense of humor Luckily I was born under an auspicious star People say that a lot of the food revolution is just peasant food, dressed up pretending to be new or different like uncut nectarianes on a plate for $7 or the emperors clothes. They are so beautiful cant you see them cant you see them? Dude if you want to go see what food for the common man is like then go use the Wi-Fi at McDonalds in Fontana California. If its truth youre searching for, look at my face. Katie will meet you in the hotel lobby at 6:30 on the 15th, curly hair, blue button up

God knows the depths of the oceans because he made them. He asked job if he;d ever seen the springs of the sea. I slept there one night.it was the night I met you

Dont tell me its lovely just show me. show me show me show me
I always smear the spore print of you. To be human is to question. To be you is to forget.

Someone whispered it in my ear

Or the sooty blackwing told me traces of his delicate blackness delicate black legs left behind left to remind me he was really there. Oh kingdom of the inbtetween. I work in the shadows. He who loves the world as much as me can make the rules. I attract those with the taste of wanderlust who gorge on gold and silver and bleed their own selves dry. They tell me you must know the other if you want to truly know the one I believe in you and I believe in ghosts. I dont Know if its the same thing. There isnt a secret passageway in the closet. I already looked. Its like the moment right before ice turns to water. I= But I give up Ill memorize a list of latin beginnings And ends and middles. if you tell me Im worth something.

Please tell me im worth something.

I scraped off the icing and found out it was just cardboard underneath. But I ate it anyways. The back and forth at the edge of the woods. God loves edges and so do I. Id never leave you in the woods. Id never leave you at the party. Id never leave you outside class. So dont worry your pretty little head about it! You bluegreen-eyed boy! You bluegreen eyed girl with your laughing good looks. (Tell me) what did the god whisper in your ear

What did he say ? to keep you laughing all this time?

This ink eats away your edges That is all I have to say right now. .

I saw you again today Im done shivering. I will slice the moon in half and bathe in silver warmth.

Sharing is caring and the depression is over. Sharing is caring and the depression is over. The baby boomers are dying out. Im afraid thats what its all about.

Yes you can do it all but can you do it all with a smile on your face?

I never didnt want to I never wasnt going to.

The hexagonal Shifting within the kaleidoscope

That I said id fix years ago

Through space and time Who spoke, you or me? Who changed, you or me? By anticipating thinking breathing your move I knew

I just feel like writing and writing

And watching the world end Like the ring on my finger The one that isnt there That silver band of Moon-matted hair and Boiling water And not knowing anything About absolutley anything.

Moths want to be my friends I want to drown in honey This one Hes stuck to my sweater I dont know where ya going but im comin with ya.

Hi there. Its like, Looking out across the field and seeing, your entire day in one moment. One day in a womans life.

You so soft so low so slow bloomer you. You heirloom variety. Oh bob. Oh heather. Let go. Lose yourself in me. We were just stupid kids back then. Well there you have it folks.

Dear Ryan, There is an enchanted forest is inside my bedroom. The ferns hang over my bed and rich soil scent is within the sheets. There is no time there that clocks can hold on to.
I used to make fun of you when you asked what matters But now I see that its the perfect question to ask. And I dont have an answer for it other then The looking the hoping the thinking and you yourself. You said are papercuts annoying or an act of civil rebellion? An uprising from the 2nd dimension, where we will one day be imprisoned behind the very bars we used to write on.

I had two thoughts when you said that: One, how much acid have you dropped and Two, do you know that you just said the most beautiful thing ever? Just when I think I know you, you change the hands on my watch and take me back to a land where paper people walk the streets and worship trees, paper pages full of love letters and secret wishes folded up on cranes and abadoned hopes, abandoned paper airplanes lodged in trees, paper kites and fear of rain. It is flat and hard to live there and everyone rejoiced at the invention of the pop-up book. Paper snowflakes flurried down all winter it was pretty crazy. We all rejoiced when it was Springtime and the construction paper sun came out. People get close to the surface of our world but all they can do is scratch it with pencil marks, strange pictographs and symbols that they have bestowed with meaning. We want to tell them to stop writing on our walls. Or at least make sure its something worth reading. What human think is art is funny to us.

You are all vanilla milk to me.

I will go live on an island with you And gather abalones all day And other bivalves that can Filter this existence for me

storyteller storyteller storyteller Tell me a story.

We will be sitting on a porch, watching the grass grow Coming up like talking real slow. Have I told you that Id sit on any curbside on any road with you anywhere? I guess these things dont need to be said sometimes. how egotistical to think I could be a slipped stich, a knotted string. When I see the ocean and by the ocean I mean the universe, I calm down.

You were molded in waxen comb yet You are beyond shape, form, or name. Oh delirious you Weve been having this conversation for awhile now Perhaps I am too young to think of it, But ive been told im rather reckless. Do you like my necklace? Its all orange pearls I found at the bottom of the ocean

Drowned by centuries of too-sticky too-sweet devotion.

It was that time where it was green and you were Spring. We were in the bright sunlight in eyes in long dried grass picnic table dirty sweaters across from one another and you said this doesnt seem real.

I know what is happening. I attract those with who know the taste of wanderlust who gorge on gold and silver and bleed their own selves dry.

When I fill the whole notebook ill decide what to do with it. Right now ill just focus here. Turning the taps with my feet, Thats taking no beautiful thing for granted. Exposed flesh blushes blue I found a gorgeous red one Ethereally being eaten Alive by maggots There are hundreds and hundreds of genders in the fungi kingdom. Mushrooms knows some things. Some things that we do not know. About how to save the world how to save yourself and they know a thing or two About the breaking of boygirl and love That is in the spreading fingers

Come under the bending maple with me Lets whisper and pretend to be princesses or at least somebody else Its more fun that way. Lets Wait until we grow up to really confront ourselves

. I think I already read this book. Have you already read it too?
Your eyes look like youre dreaming. Or looking off in the distance at something real pretty. The bathtub is the a place to think of nothing but heat.

And could sit and watch the rain. All day I promise youand kick up snow with pointed boots.

Sing me a song write me a spell an incantation and come sit with me. No deadlines, except the ones their hearts had set for themselves.

I have a curious love of sea creatures Probably because they are my cousins And remind me of the things I have given up and left behind

Looking at you satisfies my wanderlust.

If I could wake up to your face your body every morning, thatd be it I give up I throw in my flag im done im sitting down here with you And a glass of homemade lemonade. baked like a fucking birthdaycake you made from scratch with pink roses I think the truth is what we all already knowask and ill go anywhere with you. If derek asks me to come live with him in his van You go. If you ask, I Will Go. Definitley. No question about it. I was never not going to go. I was never not into it. But if you dont ask who will ask and what would happen if I asked you and will I go? Is this a dream?

The was never meant to be ironic this was never meant to hurt you It happen cuz we made the wax to fit the wick and not the other way around Thats why the whole thing came down In a confusingly magical catastrophe Wheres my trophy?