For my daughter, who was born at 24 weeks gestation and hospitalized for 8 months.
Breathe, don’t you cry tonight.
Dream, sleep good tonight.
Beats, will color your eyes.
Love, is on your side.
Breathe, don’t you cry tonight.
Dream, sleep good tonight.
Beats, will color your eyes.
Love, is on your side.
Breathe, don’t you cry tonight.
Dream, sleep good tonight.
Beats, will color your eyes.
Love, is on your side.
A wisp of air escapes from your lips, enough to make me close my eyes, revealing the Milky Way. Your body presses up against mine, right arm across my chest, right leg curled across my right leg, you inhale. I think about the time when I fell in love with you, sitting across from me at a generic coffee shop, around the time the generic nine to fivers go to work. The sun lit up your face, eyes sparkling gemstone blue, the sound of the milk steamer muted for the moment’s eternity, I failed to take a few breaths. When my body remembered to breath, every molecule of oxygen diffusing across my alveolar membranes was felt to my soul. I was high off you. My entire supply of dopamine released, flooding the deep space, the Mariana trenches with euphoria. Two supergiant O-type stars appear, your eyes, burning deep holes through the fabric of space-time and I enter a string of dimensions interwoven into a rubix shape of infinite color, shape, and size.
My eyes are closed, dust floats through my space, a bedroom of 6 walls and a windows that meets the eye of sunrise. There is no particular smell that strikes me, only sounds of the gas heater humming and a few birds chirping to remind me light is creeping through my space. I am comfortably warm under my down comforter, absolute white, plump, and soft – a goose turned inside out and stripped of everthing under it’s feathers. My heart beats, I breathe, relaxed my body is a physical marriage with the steel bed frame, box spring, mattress, memory foam, sheets, comforter — connected to the space containing me, my bedroom. As with every morning, my boxer briefs are tight from an erection, hard but soft, pulsating as I grip it for an innocent moment. I do not need to open my eyes to see today, predicting now to the end of the night, hour to hour at best until I am back here, in my bedroom, my space but not the same space as this morning with my eyes closed, thinking about today, moment by moment at best.
Stolen goods working for an imagination, stick stuck on hyperdrive. Pop lock – hot stop, burn through fabric, no justice for maverick. A cold air, strokes cold hairs, no feedback my friend, its a cold stare. Stroking the line(s), graphite gone, rubbing the pink tip, warmth from friction no matter the photoshot. It is a cold road, a cold hole, can you remember the times your mom stared at your empty soul? A glass full, no matter what matter, upside down, fallen soldier(s) bleeding bugs from out to in. A cold world my lonely friends, seperated by distance, trapped by binary code. Wildflowers, flourescent rainbow kaleidoscope colors escape from black holes, thoughts crashing to never give up.
Following gravity it’s a sky ride, maximum velocity collected by force. Battle rams drum the impending doom, shake dust, wake dust, moving when it’s not suppose to. Particles on particles, to antiparticles closing in, raindrops steal the warmth from within. It’s cold, so cold, no transmission of waves. Information entropy ceases, mysterious nothings scream a silent symphony.
Hey hey hey, baby girl – looking at you looking at me, exchanging bits on our infrared string. It can’t be cut, no it will never be cut, no God, no demon, no man can. Our system, our matrix, our dimension, is one; my angel, sweet angel, your guardian, watching you watching me, exchanging bits on our infrared string. What do you process when I place my lips upon your cheek? Fingertips feel the way you breath – fragility, you or I at this moment of peace? Exchanging bits on our infrared string.
Caffeine, sweet dreams, stunning shots of dopamine–
Stop watch, tick stop, windup clock at a junk shop.
Time blankets frozen hands-face-numbers-metal into woven space,
Warm concept, love the way sunshine tastes on a young spring day.
Soft snowflakes collect to blanket my mind, a jolt of silence white powdered line,
Inhale, your angles cut through the reverb of inconsequential wars through digital space,
Exhale, I’ve heard the earth rotate on it’s axis, golden ratio face.
Can’t stop, please stop, gotta stop, will stop, force stop dreaming about,
What an overdose of you can do, a photon revving ready to accelerate,
Full throttle, timeless, your face.
Curves that hold flesh in, harmony in between the cracks.
Gently your eyes look everywhere,
but no, everywhere looks into your eyes.
And beauty, nothing but beauty within perception of mind’s mind,
Is where deserts, oceans, arctic zones,
Any space knows what you are, what you bring.
Dinner table, forks, knives, fish and chips lost in the fury that brings you in;
My heart, my soul, my blood — my blood.
Humming rocket ships blow frosty air,
space collects behind the silhouette.
Light speed – no speed, no difference today,
destination you, your dreams, your strings vibrating,
attach my thoughts to your sweet everything.
Close my eyes and drift away, nautical particles I am —
Decrescendo frequency, dream awake.
It starts with a beat, a breath, and a stare.
Focus pocus, lines so sharp, softening the world that surrounds you.
Frames lose sight, change expressions,
A new angle, a new look, another beat at last.
Colors of gratitude fill white matter, cerebral pleasing,
A day dream poison, black out to no where.
Etches to sketches inspire now, picture perfect?
Yes, cinema perfect? Yes, exhale at last.
A perfect sense, sensibly perfect,
A moment lost, lost in the moment.
Momentarily, lost again, day dream in the middle of the night,
Stunning, speechless, breathless, a beautiful wow.
Stranger Than I Am 