back fires

Michaels river boats’ a sliver in the sky,
Keeps his answers in the tide,
A room for a shiver in the spine

Sample of a ride and a new mood for a day,
Take your deepest fears and just say hi,
Johnny’s’ got a june bug for a one on one cry,
Innocent gauges on the edge can’t figure any place to hide.
Just a place to rest but freedom is not a rope in cherry cream seas’,

Light strikes again the dream fabric,
Impulse and volition drown each other with a water fall of feathers,
Pile up in church bells and seep out with the sound,
The deep swell reaches the circus town and lies down with the moon daughters heat waves at dawn,
So many indigenous images that just got to be,
Dew drops and the oxygen blossom,
Just enough for the clue bubble to trust its’ brothers and sisters crawling and carrying their webs into my eardrum,
Always a mad hatter in the back seat,

Genies’ just missing the wind,
Just shooting tentacles to take the test,
Another chance to play in the coliseum,
Numbers make their case for silence in the waiting room,
Just for the multi slide projection curation,
Zap Blam

Magnetos on a solar flare,
Free form fire crackers in daisy flight,
Lighter than the coins that tumble through the gyroscopes in the ceiling,
Dots and dashes, quick rise evarusnic tells me again,
Referee in the background fuzz pendulum,
Little catchetonia, two fingered skinny charter,
I need something heavier to satisfy me,
Boil me up to shaking in the silent bell,
Past the principle particle precipitants,

Magnolias bloom in a twilight breeze,
Another brain storm let loose from tiny strands of remembering my glasses,
Mobile mini launch pad sneezes,
Stirs loose my history,
Golden honey through the window tinges my skin and dried leaves,
In between my breath breaks down the beats of congeniality,
There’s always a criminal behind the bars of my dreams,

And it’s straight up for the sunrise,
Little white diamonds in the spreading yellow light,
Colour little wings of dancing rapture,
Trim wycinanki and kirigami,
Playful overlords,
Can’t hide the heat,
Got to find their own pilgrimage now,
Reach into the missing words, and imagine where they are now,
Sweep out the clock towers and earth worm fighter jets side banks,
Tap Vamp
There’s always another fissure with a place to breathe,

I just drift in the uptown shivers, in my cloak of broken withers,
Can I come any closer to the clothes spin?
Roller balls and falsetto oil,
6 am I can’t stand up in the merry go round,
She’s got the freeway lines in her eyes again,
I took in more than my share already,
Told her it was just a quiver from the stare,
Frontal lobe contusions and cross hairs,
Got to be their own breath now,
Got to colour up and down,
Brought all the way across the night just to ask what we should say to each other now,
Bought to hear the fraction less denomination come through my knees,
Slow moss and dust storms on a rolling stone,
There’s always a beast of burden waiting for me to sleep,

I got to think on my feet,
Sundays blue rays,
Rap to the sweet things going down to the world beat,
Gold bars for hungry lips,
A long lost ghost finally asks if I’d like to dim,
Like the frosty fringe on an October gate,
Map Rap
There’s always someone waiting in a place I’ve never been,

I was going to leave it for a super cringe,
I was going to clean up the sugar binge,
The ultimate performance,
But I just gave in to the oculator,
I didn’t know I would end up a perma slip,
The smell, the taste, crystallized pickled porcine photographs,
I got the ends to dance, twist off and a place where we could all see each others hidden history,
Put on a slant and go see the show of hats,
Shower up in the French quarter,
Ball room romance and a chance to lose my beliefs,
Draw little lazy sand circles in the sand with my non dominant resistance,
Fab Hat
There’s always a third beat in the space between,

The story in her eyes forgave my fear,
Just for a moment of familiarity,
Just for a moment of sharing my loose change with sweet desserts,
Just this side of nothing,
I wanted to put it in a simple awakening,
But there was just water and I didn’t know the sewing machine was running the whole time,
Back and forth weaving my pale morning eyes with her horses mane,
Reading my future in terms of dream melodies,
Gershwin and Beckett,
We dance off the black leather,
After the sunglasses and martinis under fancy coloured lanterns,
We believer we’re in Indonesia,
And that its’ a simple time and place,
Washing little stains and deciding which trail we should take to the oasis,
Watching little children play at escaping from a paper train,
I just stay for another load of bait,
It’s sweet and bitter and spills all over the screen,
Another coating of free floating demi glaze,
Foam from a saturninc quatrain,
Trigger the lights and hungry bites,
Release the sacred fire and foretell all my plights,
More dreams that live inside one another,
Drawn, powdered and purified,
Over cammed.
There’s always a dip in the atmosphere when I’m flying clean.