Glued shut

 I glued my mouth shut
Such a great accident
Left the table
Went to the bathroom

To try to undo the mess
Unstick one lip from the other
So that words and breathing could flow
To no avail all stuck all quiet

If my nose got blocked
I'd suffocate

Jenny's take, oh.

 First read

Only had two stanzas.
Read like you were clearing your mind
of all distractions.

Then, third stanza,
Distractions coming in.
Your mind starts saying things,
reminding yourself that you need
some false teeth.

Fourth and fifth stanzas
Begin looking for outside comforts.
Outside on the balcony,
looking down at the pedestrians,
their comforts,
fancy clothes.

It becomes overwhelming.

Sixth stanza
Either daydreaming
or actually sleeping in the sun,
escaping into yourself,
into your solitude,
into meditation.

Seventh stanza,
tone changes.

It is shorter,
Snappier rhythm
Sharper rhyme.

It is almost
as if someone else is speaking.

I feel the next stanzas
are different dreams.

One of them is a sexy dream.

Supported by the blue zone thing
Saying through your dreams
you are living
many, many lives.

In the twelfth,
you dream of an art gallery

In the thirteenth stanza
you mention your original ink,
probably your tattoo.

The fourteenth
Reference to the pirate thing
I wrote for you.

I guess you climb up
and play for a while,

Back to your place
your new apartment,

which is your imagination,
or your dreams,

Like getting a glimpse
inside of your brain

Many different ideas,
dreams, hopes,
and annoyances

floating around.

It was a very nice read.

Tour during dry season

 In the bus floating over the land
scanning the land for interesting forms
The rains had died down weeks ago
Seldom a sign of their floods

Tour guide mute
sky slowly extending it's right hand
All the way through the window
To shake my little hand

Dust was hissing and spinning up
As the tyres dug into dry turf
The hazey plumes in the wake of the bus
Stole any scenery from our recent past

Shrine stuck

 I made a shrine out of jenga pieces
They were wooden
But sorcery turned them into concrete
I built something tall

Something with a void in its middle
So that I would be able to make offerings
I would make the religious envious
How cunning I had been

For strong winds couldn't topple it
the hardened pieces weighed into place
Just like a highrise
stuck in place

The old gray station wagon

 The old gray station wagon
Bane of my life
The stench of sweat and drying algae
Hands unpack the contents then reach for beers

By the time it's empty it's time to fill it again
A plan forms and mouths sing
A keyboard comes out and people give in
appealing to the anxiety in their souls

The gray station wagon
Is diry and the battery is treacherous
The backseats are lying flat to allow more room
Someone sleeps there now hangover due in a few hours

What a mess it is sidewalk is full of the gear
indifference and laziness
good singing voiced
prospering alcohilism

Mountain aimed

 Make me feel undeserving

The giant within
across the valley blue

Climbing back up and praising my world from the eleventh
All along every edge and ridge tone of mantiquer

Dawn allows me to engage my passion
destroy my chains
The minimalism of the apartment redeems mind

My descendents are in the glass
Make me see every part of the day
I am a million times more real

Appeared and concentrated

Concrete holds me
Sky emboldens me

This is my world
this is my world

Apartment 209

 The apartment was on the eleventh floor
Clean smooth carpet, wine we will never touch
Promise of everlasting views and slow dusks
MMm those slow dusks

Saxophone obeys and letters form words that go insane
Big view of the mountains enough to make me faint
Seeking the blue clouds dragged off

The smell of fresh fabric Painting the future from where I sat
Door man smiles million dollar teeth pleasant artifical I need that

False formal edges of the city cure me I dare you
Maybe I can get enough crude comfort too
reclining on the balcony oxytocin stew

Semblance of the normal suits and dresses
Saxophone blasts me alive but deaf
Some semblance of obscured figures walking forward

Into the eye of my imagination, give me the best
To lullaby me while gin tonic lays on the chair rest
Solitude talks me into it, lay back deep sun salve salve!

I came to the city with nothing
Changed the record for a few tracks
But ill leave with nothing
But the burdens on my back

Nothing but smirk and charm
keys to the eleventh and a local farm
Where giants stay up nights to dream
Then sleep and slip deeper unperplexed
Like slow mindnumbing lushious sex

Eternally burning until it becomes blood
Until it powers the battery to the building's power
Wakes me to destiny, makes my chest hair flower
soft fabrics to hands, provoking all glands
Soft skin to tongue

undisturbed dreams sleep throws
Big landscape shaped windows
Invited to live again all senses honed
More lives than a blue zone

More luxury than the modern throne
Eternally burning like those street lights below
Where pedestrains look up and get a glimpse

Steel and rock sculptures the rest of the art so flimsy
neverending spirit popping in and out of these walls
Coloring these words this sophistication calls

So far from from my original ink
never hooked into my thinking
Podering turns me out like a trick
A choreographer that falls and pretends to sit

My mind scales the rest of the building up to the twentieth
My invitation to live between my teeth the pirate cutlass agrees
Open one of those top floor windows tomfoolery
 and bathe in the thick upholstery

But feel the beat of a small city in the vein
blue unseen red on the mean street signs
Painting the brain in this apartment I call mine

 this new place 209