i spit phlegm on the street
party until the sun wakes
dance in my head
while i hold up the wall.
lava burns underwater
gas slithers to the surface
i look to the stars
and know my feet will touch the moon.
my agenda flows with water
ripples set the motion to fall asleep to.
warm flesh begs to be touched
the knighting gale whispers
an image that becomes a ghost.
a break in life issues
gives way to random streams of consciousness
rivers become wild
draining into the many oceans.
stone transforms into movement
but bullets put an end to their afterlife.
we stay silly
so i
play silly
dance silly
think silly
dream silly
party silly
smile silly
be silly
until it hurts.
