Health (day 212)

The consumption clogs the hallways
Deep within the darkest corners of the buying stations
Slopes of plastics enters the sea

Free our trees and hold our hands
Lets make a change for a better land

Arousal of the senses
Clean off the health chips
Make the change to freedom abroad

Cool your showers off in spite the greed
And lean your weight in

Lets make this a plan and hold all debits
Clear the mind of deathly consumption bug
Leave your hands swollen with pride

A Weary Traveler (day 209)

A weary traveler
Asleep on the bench
Tells stories not in his breath
But in his hunching
Like the slow arc
Laid about by the dropping sun
The rhythmic tide
Thrusting is weight
In an effortless fashion

A weary traveler
Tells more stories of destinations
Relates roads walked
And styles of architecture used
Within his own steady eyes
Like the flame that sits: ignite
A weary traveler
Knows in all due time
The stories worth telling
Do tell themselves out

A Young Lovers Slow Dance (day 208)

Romantic getaways slowly fill the empty voids that creep up within the spaces
Hold tight the angels in the night, they call upon open windows from creeping vines
Precious laughter bottled into a fragile carafe, carefully flirting the rim of desire
Holler! Young lovers in the night; heed not the glowing numbers hovering lazily about your frame
Capture what makes sense within these bronzing statues staring gaily into the night
Play the keys of that slow song, heavy with personality and strong with soul
Dance, young lovers. Dance slowly into the night; find penance amongst the empty voids

Barking & Fighting (day 206)

I stay awake to believe in faith
I stay awake to fight the elapse of time
Deep within it digs at my skin
Fighting the sin but barking
Barking slowly at the pet shop boys
Stalking the fish tank girl
Barking
Barking away the time delay
Sending the romance another way
Dig at the past like gold
At the ground like miners
Fighting for a piece of peace
Fighting for the strength to win in another day
Just like the youth prayed today
Just like the story book ended
Countdown into existence

Books (day 205)

Whiplash
Amongst other things
Seems to drag my daylight hours down
Like the needle fighting the yarn
Spindles through the gates
Shave me again dear lover

Burning
Lowers the daylight hours to a mere glimpse
Cowering in softened corners
Fed time by foreign oils and secret spells
Wizards walk here
Beneath and amongst

Covering the distance with speed
I’ve not seen coming from these here limbs
Since the rain washed away the sense
Built up in evanescence
Oh sigh, long lost love
Beyond all ropes of length

Close books
Fight doors
Leave bores
Slam whores
Eat smores