no name

[4°]

destroy your house and
everything in it
atlanta's sweet memoirs
fair weather and birds of
a feather speaking in
tongues and lamens terms
the only way i comprehend
anymore
is destiny to go in reverse
and have a round of deja vu
the blue kind,
maybe my new mind
set in stone
will free me of my past
.....

[joel]

If homelessness were mental illness' crown
and nakedness exposed a human noun,
then what of unhoused brilliance
and nudity's resilience
to draw on earth for soul and home and gown?

[4°]

wreckage of the future
knows no bounds, i found
out seventeen more reasons
to forget everything i knew
self imposed amnesia
a convienence of illusion
on that horizon calls me
like i'm late for dinner.

[~K]

I found
it too
a vein
to tap

sweet
bloody
denial

charts
a course
through
hunger's
flesh

we are
not
the meat
of puppets

for just anyone

[~K]

We are all this
for the kiss
that never comes

for this alone
we strip our roads
down to pure
fabrication.

Happiness
Is possible
when we
close our eyes
forever.

[4°]

collective narcolepcy
keeps me from dreaming
all those delicacies
that feed my mind in waking times
vanish at a call to
the unconcious
a timeless black place
coming and going at a
constant rate
keeps me from succumbing
fully, a nitche sublime
cross every line again
for you.