shadowey matter

more of a shadow than matter, easily flattered
also willing to test and t-to re-test
having problems with words
but continue to feedback-reverb
I'm also sure it could be conceded
concerned at taking time to work
when time is needed and... its...needed

last call

what is this deranged poet
thinks he can be his words
they describe nothing more
they care none less
its a test, of unrest
wickedly muting our words
last call
from hammering the air caressed
our minds regress
hollowing thoughts or maybe not
wavering sun lit path
but by trying else they care
stumbles and blocks tops
last call short stop

Totality

will I let 'em down and fall myself
or does my disgraceful gaze yet grow
when the lizard is on his back, then
surely you shall know, his voice
its sound, their thunder and lightning
lighting candles high, highly above,
with wondrous thunder-clap 

I could feel that sweet voice tell me
all the lonely people, where do they all come from
all the lonely people where do they all belong
but knowing i don't belong, not there
i had my dreams that you were here
all my dilutions at once
we were freed, so-so freely
as i wander further, kicking up this dusty way
even writing this, i escape back into my mind
pull closed those curtains, riding on the curtails
of your jacket, immediately in me, immediacy
Totality, just a breath, so just breathe

below the bellows

its hot, in here at least, from what i can tell
too much to be sweating, tears run
just run, just emotions, unjust little errands
from what i can tell
from the elaborate just for a sec.
tools, fools, and money
just money, maintains the mountains
of money
it makes the world turn and burn and it burns
burns my eyes, my hands and feet
no escaping that shallow factoid
shallow, that, below the bellows
pumping hot air and filtering content
the way we react to the revelation that
Oxygen's actions have paved drive-by distraction
no man in my house, but a boy
poignant creature, with shaggy brown hair

Hearsay Herecy

I know you heard from a friend, that mine own ears
not knowing when to pretend, face my own fears
but i heard something about you, a line or two 
with this we at once knew, the story we heard
of you and said ******, know the plots, turns or not
so infer then you must, no desire nor trust
submissive in jest cannot touch me nor rest
my head on said shoulder, for fear that I'll crush it
Crush that importance of hearsay and the Heretic

And canonize for me the ones twos and threes
the reasons withheld kept me bare, you stole from me
you left and lied, changed the past that was long decided
to something i did not remember, that never happened
but please place them in whatever order you need
long over stopped by begs and pleas, please
passover me, next time your in because
I don't want what your selling