I rearrange myself like the elements
On the days everything is gloomy
The blood loss is captured
In however many bell jars
Two years worth of time would gracefully fit in
Little nuggets of gold
My constant thoughts are falling leaves
In a book of spells
I edit myself and crave the taste of freedom
The needle is in the arm
I am loose ribbons of blue lake water
Finding my place
Flowing with subtle and delicate movements
Flickering on and off
In individual shades of iridescent colours
Moving and twisting with ease like cloud structures
My body\'s full of psychedelics
As light bends through the cracks in the trees
I am a hermit in slumber
Ballgagged with a string of emotions
My gut reaction sparkles with vehemence
Obsessing over imperfections
Sleepless nights of wondering
Pucker like taut and young skin
With no sense of direction
I want you and nothing else
I want to sink into your poetry
At the top of the hill
At the end of the world
The breeze combed my ruffled hair
The precious feeling of being alive
Pulsated through my core like an explorer
That had stumbled across a time forgotten
I am a boy waiting for romance
On the park bench
Sat, motionless, like a statue in a museum
Gazing at the city below as if I was the sun
All eyes were fixed upon me in that moment
The dog\'s paw ripped apart my red insides
Now I don\'t trust myself with a hot knife
I am more than the twilight
On the dark days
Coffee poured into the thunderbird
The tadpole of the cherubs remembered
In a pocket in the echo\'s memory
Impervious to the fog
The cornfields are haunted dreams
You will find the truth
Soiled by the witches\' fox in isolation
With an endless drone babbling on
Scared of the possibilities
I glitter each time
Frogs bleed lips in sync
Ling clings to me like a spotted dewlap
I am breathing but lifeless.