late night meanderings, i sup and contemplate
written letters to the ether, lock in a box, collect and recollect
distractions, 30% polyester ten buttons, folded and placed away
seattle starlight, nightlight, candles and martini in green glass
no more 'i love you', shush and shut away
too many mistakes, too little time, emotional consequences, say good-bye
and walk out with a half filled, half empty cup
'where are you going?' home and home again
distance and distraction, defensiveness in illusion
and curl up on the the empty cloud, beneath and above, with no chemical starlight
close your eyes, 'sweet dreams babe', and rest upon the aftermath of days and days gone by
i dream of broken cars and missed parties where friends delight in dismissal
i think of you, thousand mile moon, where no balloons fly and get tangled in the electrical cords of daily life
rub my eyes, sleepy daydreaming, waves and tides of lust then love then lust
it's all the same anymore, controlled and caluculated till there is nothing left behind but a memory of whatever was or might have been
reality at its finest, stirred in a double shot vanilla latte, 2 for $7 dollars and mixed conversations and laughter of explosions and war... famine was never my friend to begin with
this desk represents the mechanical automation of my life