no UFOs

sometimes

somedays

the sky’s

so clear

you see

and see

for miles;

no clouds

no god

no UFOs

just a sun

in a big blue

smile

i hate when i agree with descartes.

i doubt therefore
i think therefore
i am
confused.

doubting doubter doubts himself.

sometimes i wonder if
the world isn’t just
a planet
and
we’re not all just people
in it
and
maybe that’s not so crazy after all?

owoeieaorjald

o,
sweet
mind-crushingly
naive
fortune
cookie.
nothing happens for a reason.
and
you
(unfortunately)
taste
just
like
cardboard.

23.

it’s not
like it
was when
we were
growing
up now
every
thing
seems
so much
smaller

or may
be it’s
me and
i’m scared
to admit
that we’ve 
all
just
grown
so much
taller.

i have an awful cold

through
sleeping moon
light
shadows cross
our
nowhere paths to
night
our shapes are
young
dumb
loaded
guns
but
we are together
and
alright.

falling leaves

falling
leaves please
leave me be
i admit
you look nice
but you’re
all
i
can
see.

lost at sea.

storm and sea
inside of me
and darkness
all
around
i navigate
a sinking ship
toward still
and
solid ground

the end above
the end beneath
forever trapped
between
this world’s
a sense
less wonder
ous place

screaming ocean,
lost at
sea

collapse!

exploding hearts go up in
smoke
      
                                GODDAMN,

we had
no
chance.

our
desperate hands
on
desperate necks
as
desperate lungs
draw
desperate breath
    
                               COLLAPSE!

we fuck
ing 
choke
.

brand new star

in you i saw a brand new star
and i wished
i were the sky,
so i could hold
you in my arms
(at least
until
sunrise)