the shark, his teeth.

all those dirty words

that you said.

only because i'm

so used to getting

whatever thing i want.

it's never come about

that i was the one

who had to walk away.

whoever may be watching,

what a twisted sense of humor.

speaking, about me,

never speaking to me,

but speaking all the same.

look for me to gaze at the

stars and you'll

never see me again.

everyone i know

has been infected,

everyone i've

ever known.

so the sun moves

a little slower

across the sky

and the crabs

take a step forward,

rather than to the side.

how does it feel?

this is a dirty little

disease,

and i am the catalyst.

as loud as i've

screamed

the moon continues

to turn just as slow

as it has for

as long as i can

remember.

i'm losing track

of time,

but i'll be home

in a day or so.

opposites always attract.

what a fickle science,

in that always is never

always.

just as i'm always

smiling,

she's always kind,

and you always dance.

i guess i'm not

qualified to say

never anyways.

i guess i'm not

qualified to say

much of anything

these days.

you always get your way.

so i'm here in outerspace.

watching the planets

drift around,

and watching the

look on your face.

it's too soon to say,

i think.

a summer away is

a summer away,

but i'm here, safe

and sound, in outerspace.

you always get your way.

did you mean them?

we are not the same.

an outrage.

forgive me,
for i have sinned.
in reality,
if i may,
have you not
sinned as well?


the plans that i thought
you had for me,
have turned ugly
and here i am to
back away from
this very gem
i've wandered
the earth to find.
here's to the search,
not the treasure,
of everything we
hope to find.




i told you we wouldn't
leave this place as friends.
i told you i never lie.


i told you to shut your mouth
and smile.
don't let me hear another
word of it.


i told you what i thought,
but a summer away
is a summer away.
forget me.
while you still can.


you asked me not to tell,
to waste away in another hell.
with all these ships and
none with sails.
i'm not one to joke
about the canary,
and i need you
to follow my lead.
you thought your name high,
some horrid honorary,
but i need you
to take heed.
warning, warning.
take my hand and don't dance.
we are the kings.
i've given you my moon.






on a day like today,
i don't care what your name
is anymore.
i want to feel the beat
of your heart,
and feel what she felt.
that knot.
that terror.
that uncontrollable laughter.


happy birthday, rest in peace.
we are not the same.

two hands.

when even the busiest bee

knows to take a break

and take a breath.

when the shark

breaks with tradition

and passes the

underneaths

with a passing

glance.

where the dancers

don't move,

and aren't asked

to move a

muscle.

when the lion

forgets to roar,

and forgets to care.

what is it changing anyway?

in that place where the animals

can't smell the fear anymore,

and they aren't smelling

for it to begin with.

that's where i am.

where the elephant

isn't craving peanuts

or worrying about

the mice at

his feet.

when the sailors

forget their boats,

strip bare,

and simply go

for a swim.

where the ants

stop making piles

and stop carrying

leaves,

forget the queen

and her orders.

this is where i can be found.

where the neon lights,

they just don't glow as

bright,

and they don't

catch the eye

of a single

passer-by.

when the plants

stop growing,

and stop circulating

air.

hello, gravity.

where the boy comes

to a crossroads

and decides that

to pick one way

or the other

would just be

giving up

and giving in,

so he opts

to sit at the

fork and

live.

this is life.

we are not the same.