Burning Man 2013

some will say they understand
and so demonstrate their ignorance

saving things for "later" that are meant
to be burned to the dust

saying things like "we're in no rush"
yet speeding into tickets

locking cars and hiding bikes
in places no thief wanders

headaches from sobriety
you should have had more drugs

you stupid fucking kids are stupid
don't even know if you had fun

meanwhile me I have no other feelings
but sincerity and love

gifted to me by a thousand strangers
and the fire in each one

I'd write you everyday

as if to weigh more
importance
it bears on the envelope
a stamp

words within for
some curious kids to read
joy and all emotion
lessons in the code

I would write you everyday
my dear
to tell you something true
to remind myself
as much as you
just how much
life there is
between us two

simple in structure
simple intent
consistent collection
of things that have been
the future approaches
if not now
then when

I will write you every day

smoky quartz

the past

If i could get to sleep like i used to
before the world was full
of mass and not imagination
ideas and sand
slipping the hourglass

if I could only dream like I used to
when darkness filled my eyes
and weightless I would fall
to oblivion

if only I could be like I used to
weaker way before the confidence
of surviving this machine
made of flesh and metal

I would wake up
immediately

an D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iuLdCWnuTa8

Sky!
[What would I want? Sky!]
Is everything alright?You feeling moany?You feeling lonely?You're not the only
Is everything alright?You feeling stormy?You feeling phoney?You're not the only
Do you get up up up?Clouds stop and move above meToo bad they can't help meWhat is the right way?
Do I float up up up?When I stop and look around meGrey is where the color should beWhat is the right way?
Old glasses clinking and aNew order's blinkingand I -I should be floating but I'm weighted by thinking
That I got on the riverReally can't make you changeAnd the sky gets filled up too fastand the taxi man's saying, "You bettagive me some money; stop daydreaming, dude!"When the point of horizon is hiding from youWhat would you want sky?
Are you taking it lightly?Lost in the flurriesYou start to worryYou will be buriedTaking it lightlyand so I hurryI start to worryHere come them flurries
Is everything alright?You feeling lonely?You feeling moldy?You're not the only
Is everything alright?You feeling stormy?You feeling foamy?You're not the only
Do you get up up up?Clouds stop and move above meToo bad they can't help meWhat is the right way?
Do I float up up up?When I stop and look around meGrey is where that color should beWhat is the right way?
Old glasses clinking and aNew order's blinking and I -I should be floating but I'm weighted by thinking
I'm a fly on the riverThat'll make me some changeWhen the sky gets filled up too fastand the taxi cab's waiting, "You bettagive him some money;stop daydreaming, dude!"When the point of horizon is hiding it's bluesWhat would you want sky?
What would I want? Sky!
What would I want? Sky!


...now it all makes perfect sense!