beccentricities

Weightless in a windy world

Freight-less train tracks made of mud

Love unbounded, grief unsounded, unclouded, a moment of intimacy between galaxies

A roll over leg kick, barking for attention

Let us melt your spine

Mucus membrane draining, yellow and green

A tablet of sunshine with roots deep

The skin of a tree that wants us like nothing has consequence, I remember the hardships

Close my eyes and I’m covered in microbes

A life of many choices to let go

Squeezing hands squeezing hearts, making love, making sparks

Unnatural forgiveness for all that ills

Taking time to heal bad will

Getting sucked into darkness when you’re craving the light

The simple, the solace

The beauty the stillness

The aching of love is so strong

With words stuffed in my belly

Dampening

A world upside down and a compass love

I don't have to be a genius, there's a net of existence to lean on

Headache smiling at this stupid rake

Forcing confidence

And I've got stories

You can have them

I'll put my clown nose on

I'll make a fool of myself reaching out

Hanging off cliff edges

Jumping off snowy ledges

Making eye contact with misfits

Westernized beauty standards cling off my hairy legs

Colonialism is running rampage

But I'm feeling fine on this cloudy day

Looking down into space

Standing up to be there when you need a break

It's a letter from your cousin

Long lost, dime a dozen

Squeezing out the lemon seeds

Watching lightning, soft and sweet

Not quiet fitting, but morphing and yearning

Not quiet trying but staying safe

Relax, its vacation

Staycation - saving grace

Home town feedback loop

Breaking the habit, short term

Plan to go back

Don't get wet in the rain

Don't forget your permit

The gas is expensive

The moment is fleeting

The memory is not

It's not just a cereal box

It's a send off the deep end

Splash wide and smile

You get what you get

And I wanted to give

Poly grip fear

Pale belly and know how

You can't be too careful

Wires get crossed

Compassion can get you there, an arms length away

Then you need to know the sweet spots

A bit of cardio wouldn't hurt either

It's for the old men who like to look at butts but won't admit it

Own up to it only in a foul crowd

Make faces for the masses

For the fearful of play

It's compassion inside a hot head

It's a wish for happiness to elude the wake of greed and icy defenses of broken hearts

Untouched from the blood lust we cannot comprehend

This sickness is soaked up with bread and milk