#alienfarts

in the palms of your past

it gets lighter

in the shadows,

meaning but within winters breast

frozen as planned

future in sand

tombs are the wombs

planets painting puzzles

perhaps the present is

nothing more than an

orange peel

on the infinite floor

charming choirs of chaos and calamity

line the hallways of your heart

for no apparent reason

other than it’s in season.

must we all fall?

to rise again,

alarm the clock.

its time to wake up.

for time

seeking attention?

never received

your mommies affection?

facelooks got the cure for your emptiness,

you can chat and snap

and instantly snort a gram of

the drugs in my hand

this dopamine is dope

is what a tweeting bird heard

through the grape

vine of your mind.

interested in pins and needles and knowing what to believe in?

tumble down the eternal scroll

to fill the void within your soul!

you might not have friends,

but here,

on nights like tonight

sitting in a chair

staring into the stars

staring back at me

from behind the glass sliding door

of knowing something more

exists within the confines

of the souls eternal

walk in-closet

call it an absurd twist of

fate is fixed in forever and never

is it not unchanged

rearranging words while

feelings felt spill

coffee stains the teeth of

the man on the moon

and the sun shines on all

our obvious analogies

chasing banalities

transfixed by solitary perceptions

which are universally derived

either your ether or your earth

or your fire

or your ice

is ISIS inside you?

terrorizing your concept of an ancient Egyptian goddess

notions of global destruction, corruption designed

to influence the minds makeshift ability to chase

fear or love,

folding into a black whole

holy, uncertain, of the origins of said feelings

surely this is all real, all too real

the deaths, the starving, the lack of levity

lean into this

resistance

dance with your circumstance and stand

underneath that which you bequeath

to your future self, of course you

exist beyond this now somehow

this is all you know,

don’t let your dreams melt

with the snow,

go on and live

as above

from the confines of all limitation

it’s a sad situation

happily obliterating

whatevers left of all that’s right

of the day

in the cover of night.

future forecast

cloudy with a chance of possibly

forgetting the never ending

beginning to pretending

the recollect the intellects

indirect connect

to the heart of the whole

your the universes

soul

and here we are

at a bar

drinking down some languid

feelings

so you and I

might lock eyes

and forget all that we’re concealing

foreign tongues

lost in a sea of something other than

silence evades your charades,

collapsing nebulas applaud thine

coronary consciousness

attacking itself until there is no

such thing

as the self that you ran from

said the winds kiss

called a

a whispering dream

highly insane

partly obscene

naked and afraid

dwindling desire

elementally meant

to dissipate the fire

eternally brewing

constantly now

wondering when

pondering how

questions unanswered

seeking themselves

whole and uncertain

of heaven and hell

existing inside of all that is

were taking a test

failing a quiz

wholeness in fractals

fractions inside

externally forever

worth in words

inwards in

wards psychologically speaking

can you measure the length of your love

towards the other or the

self which seems to be missing

somnambulistically sure

that you are walking

sleeping away the hours of a day

which is certainly measured in ticks and tocks

a world which is tethered by stocks and their numbers

a world devoid of the magic which she most

certainly is

comprised of

everything that cannot be seen, unless properly sought

cannot be felt unless properly taught

cannot be grasped, unless known to be true

for an I to measure this

seek the ruler