Seven dead trees and one boy to mourn them

Life is full of people, who

Are walking around all full, and

I wonder sometimes If I am, the

Only one that’s empty

                                     

And I feel guilty when I sleep

Because I took those people,

For myself and I used them as much,

As I could to feel full, when I was

Hollow

I blew into them like a reed,

Flute with a yellow polish, and

The sound was like a wind that rushed

Through my canyon of a soul, vibrant

But just as empty as before

Maybe I’m meant, to return

To the ground I came from, and cast

My still hands like roots, so that my corpse

May become a home

Star Child

I was born in the belly of a star

The same atoms that fused hydrogen into helium,

Coalesced into my eyes and toes

My fingers reached the furthest stars,

Before they were my fingers

I was born in the belly of a star

Prudent, don’t you think?

A star-child should be destined for greatness

Prudent, a cosmic joke

The irony the universe must enjoy

As I stumble from one drug induced stupor,

To the next

Call me star-child for I ride these waves

My life an ocean of sea salt collecting along the river Nile

I am going back to the sun

I am going back to my mother

I was foolish for trying to be

I was foolish for being born

I don’t Care

I’m an animal

Twisted by my jealous rage

And spurred by such delusions

I pull rabbits out of hats

In hope of finding myself

I look for meaning where it doesn’t belong

In the puddles that crumble beneath my feet,

In the embrace of fellow friends

In the embrace of fellow animals

I search for humans

When you’ve had enough

Good food can buy you satisfaction

Good sex can make you happy even when you wake up alone

Good drugs can take you away from what you want to not want

When you’ve had enough