look out into the great big sea tinier sea, superior to me cold like me, and she’s breathing take it all in, the air i can’t breathe pink depression stick i think i might be crazy but my therapist says i’m fine iron heavy shoes this shift will help me fly through time the edmund fitzgerald the edmund fitzgerald load another into the endless stream reverb and clipping, love LBV fold into me, it’s infinity carbonated wind, the water screams creature of the night i think i might be crazy (strawberry depression stick) but my therapist says i’m fine iron heavy shoes this shift will help me fly through time the edmund fitzgerald the edmund fitzgerald the edmund fitzgerald the edmund fitzgerald edmund fitzgerald on the mirage line somewhere over the rainbow, Judy’s dancing with Richard O’Brien as he’s playing chess with death by the sea that’s a movie by Angelina Jolie look out into the great big sea the tinier sea, superior to me i think i might be crazy (be crazy) but my therapist says i’m fine (superior to me) iron heavy shoes (be crazy) this shift will help me fly through time (pink depression stick) i think i might be crazy but my therapist says i’m fine the edmund fitzgerald the edmund fitzgerald

i can't wait, I can't wait, no when I see little lights in the shadows one must hide when the sun gets higher i don't know what this madness means here comes the night, the bedroom in shadows candlelights, I don't know where it's coming from but I, I keep moving on ’til the darkest thought makes me want to try these wings say hello to the night lost in the shadows say hello to the night lost in the loneliness say hello to the night lost in the shadows no one knows no one knows loneliness pours over you emptiness can pull you through did you go to sleep with the light on? i can't wait for this feeling to free me, hey yeah wind blows hard, but it doesn't matter ‘cause when the sun goes down nothing else matters, the line is where the night lies i will wait outside her window tonight say hello to the night lost in the shadows say hello to the night lost in the loneliness say hello to the night lost in the shadows no one knows no one knows say hello to the night say hello to the night say hello to the night lost in the lost in the lost in the lost in the shadows lost in the shadows lost in the shadows / am i lost in the music? is it all a storm of bullshit? night in August, shift my skeleton reflecting rage the giving tree got no more to give, give, give slipping far away from the body, i’m lifted slipping far away from the body, i’m lifted bizzy be, bizzy be bizzy be, yeah, bizzy be bizzy be the wise men, they always told me i was old soul school knew who James Dean was when I was only six years old hypernormalisation is all part of the bit, bit, the bit bizzy be, bizzy be bizzy be, yeah, bizzy be yeah, bizzy be bizzy be yeah, i’m so bizzy bizzy be, bizzy be no, i didn’t see Dean in the red windbreaker as much as i saw him lounging in the car no, i didn’t see Dean in the red windbreaker as much as i saw him lounging in the car no, i didn’t see me in the red windbreaker not as much as i saw him lounging in the car slipping far away from the body, i’m lifted slipping far away from the body bizzy be, yeah, bizzy be bizzy be bizzy be bizzy be

monochrome photograph of a skeleton frame of their parents’ parents’ parents adorned in the skins of Bambi soft and Thumper proud the grooves of the ribcage and vineyard veins if you remove the cameras there’s nothing but the walls if you remove the canvas there’s nothing but the walls the water, there’s nothing to reflect the sky there’s a lesson learned in how you feel the brush, now so pick it up, pick yourself up there’s a lesson learned in how you feel the brush, now so pick it up, pick yourself up asking myself do you, too, remember angels like i do they never moved their faces a blank, blank expression and i really don’t wanna lose my teeth i’ve been thinking about it so much that it’s probably close to happening so i really need to think it in reverse, don’t i? it’s a- fucking whirlwind of crazy, it’s broken fucking whirlwind of crazy whirlwind of crazy whirlwind of crazy whirlwind of crazy whirlwind of crazy if you remove the cameras there’s nothing but the walls if you remove the canvas there’s nothing but the walls if you remove the mountains there’s nothing but the sky if you remove the water, there’s nothing to reflect the sky the water, there’s nothing to reflect the sky there’s a lesson learned in how you feel the brush, now so pick it up, pick yourself up there’s a lesson learned in how you feel the brush, now so pick it up, pick yourself up and fly, fly / spring equinox shines on Gansevoort Street never thought i’d be walking directly into the sun watching the freeway reflecting on the concrete underneath the bridge that links these two poems smells of chlorine and weed on the balcony and Morty isn’t barking, it’s so strange i leave the room to hit up Dollar Tree all the basics like Starburst jelly beans ‘cause they’re gelatin free days go by and i’m always thinking about you days go by and i’m always dreaming about you am i in Santa Carla or Santa Cruz? bridge to grip to, bridge to fall from into all the fog from the rain over the ocean into a b-roll outtake skinny dipping surface tension with floating pollen never thought i’d be swimming with the moccasins and copperheads never touching the bottom it’s nothing but muck keep our legs up like an angel, don’t wanna get the cut from the bottles smoking granddaddy purple on the stump 24 plus away one cop, two cop, a medic or two before more of them came walk back to our room on the 2nd floor to the boy on a stretcher their body younger than we are days go by and i’m always thinking about you days go by and i’m always dreaming about you am i in Santa Carla or Santa Cruz? bridge to grip to, bridge to fall from into all the fog from the rain over the ocean into a b-roll outtake falling, falling into metal i never thought i’d be flying free into an ocean of pollen days go by and i’m always thinking about you days go by and i’m always dreaming about you am i in Santa Carla or Santa Cruz? bridge to grip to, bridge to fall from into all the fog from the rain over the ocean into a b-roll outtake so helpless, starkest oddball so helpless, dark cloud, sea wall a big crash, onto the shore now breathless, it’s whiplash days go by and i’m always thinking about you days go by and i’m always dreaming about you am i in Santa Carla or Santa Cruz? bridge to grip to, bridge to fall from into all the fog from the rain over the ocean into a b-roll outtake days go by and i’m always dreaming about you am i in Santa Carla or Santa Cruz? bridge to grip to, bridge to fall from into all the fog from the rain over the ocean into a b-roll outtake

rambling into the gold but there’s a fork in the road i dream upon a dream i should not feel so deplete if i decided to go home would you also wanna go if i decided to go home would you also wanna go? another year short from the last everybody else seems to be having a blast that’s before eye speared the rod down the sky but we’re on the frontlines of a broken compass we don’t need you to tell us what we are you’re just a needle in the dark somebody else to tell you what you need to hear it’s you, we don’t need you another frown forms underneath my face mask everybody seems to think i yawned i got my scone and espresso still counting calories split my sides with my friends even though we’re on the frontlines of a broken compass and you’re just a needle in the dark somebody else to tell you what you need to hear it’s you, we don’t need you to tell us what we fear somebody else to tell you what you need to hear it’s you, we don’t need you to tell us what we fear somebody else to tell you what you need to hear it’s you, we don’t need you to tell us what we fear

we flew once, we drove the next we’re settled and, i can’t say i regret it yet i do, too, a mixed signal wanna go back, but don’t due of all my pitfalls i know it’s not easy, to put fault on me god knew that i can lay myself out throw out my back, go back to work soulless and selfish, deluded and broken and aimless, and gorgeous the same crash course that i walk through years ago, waiting for the same old big nothing i am, i am, i am, i am you once spiritual, thus ignorant and you choose, what you know formed by the above god is the witness, i was in your shoes, yes i was i was in the shoes on the telephone poles and the only thing i know, is exactly what you don’t it always takes me, more than a few years staring in my rearview mirror white noise fades away objects become clear, the closer they get photos under chemical in a dark room soulless and selfish, deluded and broken and aimless, and gorgeous the same crash course that i walk through years ago, waiting for the same old big nothing i am, i am, i am, i am you texted me, and i texted back haven’t heard from him in a long time took a year before i saw my message was unsent thinking he thinks i forget seems communication’s never been a strong point for me even though i express myself, under the mask of auteur there’s mountains, there’s evergreen calling out my name i shared with my dad like these sidewalks, that he walked how did i cycle it all back in a poem so unintentional getting lost, in digital chessboards for about a year now, so many scholars mates used to drive me crazy, until i made peace with the way the other souls float by not everybody, can be the same how else could we, join our hands (harper, angel) soulless and selfish, deluded and broken and aimless, and gorgeous the same crash course that i walk through years ago, waiting for the same old big nothing (crowning achievement is wrapped in those kindergarten ‘i am’ poems) i am, i am, i am, i am you (‘i am’ poems) i got a buzz in how the words fall so has the years went so slowly by in the blink of an eye, anything in my mind’s eye people around me, inside me, remakes of other stories things that really upset the wavelength searching constantly for that red door with a sidewalk of marbled chessboard slower, faster, no control why do we take over such a cannonball when it doesn’t have a flame that can be sparkless i’m too busy stimming projector full of images i’m firing constantly (stimming) chaotic in the eye of the storm ... years ago, waiting for the same old big nothing (i could really be nothing) i am, i am, i am, i am you (crashing like Cronenberg) i am, i am, i am, i am a creator (big nothing) i am , i am, i am, i am a hyperlinked ego i am, i am, i am, i am nothing like you i am, i am, i am, i am nothing like you i am, i am, i am i am, i am, i am now you know what its like to plug your mode, and realize you are also so... soulless and selfish, deluded and broken and aimless, and gorgeous the same crash course that i walk through years ago, waiting for the same old big nothing i am, i am, i am, i am you i am, i am, i am, i am nothing like you i knew when i was a kid, all caught up in, and i’m coming down now coming down from that cloud slowing down now ready to take it easy Carradine, i’m easy Keith Carradine, i’m easy godfuckingdammit, it’s easy godfuckingdammit, it’s easy i am, i