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smile bright 

god is sunshine

melting laughter

out the gutter 

something right 

weak hands 

kisses, hugs

keeping straight faced

getting high 

rolling circles 

round my cuboid 

you’re not a big drinker 

and I get so serious 

don’t know what time it was 

lookin’ so perfect 

high hopes

though there’s fire 

burning in the distance 

forever after 

doesn’t exist 

groovy 

baby spin it 

forget 

like the first time 

like the last time 

right now 

right now we got sunshine 

god is light reflecting

off your eyes 

paradigm

used to pray

rosary beads

spider gods 

extraterrestrial

jiggly elephants

dark, gapingness 

wide-eyed

waiting for nothing

mandalas

the magical mystery bus 

the centre of 

meaningless 

but when moonlight

creeps down the staircase 

there’s beauty again

when flowers bloom

feeling sunlight, music

good sex

I believe if I shed 

it all, my skin 

white, shiny wet 

bones and pumping heart 

beauty is quick 

passing moments 

shifts in perspective 

beneath frail words

tapered lifestyles on screens

sculpted thoughts 

just wanna pop that 

juicy blackberry 

in my mouth 

and forget 

let go of it

a spiralling world 

of beliefs, pretty things

hold on to the 

shiny gold tassel of good

the kind ones 

soft hearts 

acceptance

we are okay

just the way we are 

without filter 

hollowspace 

still silence

patterns misaligned from 

the immediate population

notches unsynchronized 

with the empty 

gears

spaces between arteries 

solitary walks 

to where the geese swim

brainwaves rambling 

tattered pieces 

self-consciousness

tossed from feeble fingers

when I look down 

at my hands

shaking 

haven’t eaten

this little tree’s 

got my heart 

beating out

of the rubble, tattered

cement patchwork, iron 

twisted wires it holds 

fresh, vulnerable blooms

like balancing

little vital beating organs 

in your palms

on your head

silent surrendering from 

hollow places 

open, pretty wounds 

the slowest spiral twist

towards the light

out towards the sunlight  

humans

feed it

these certain aspects 

ratios of time they’re 

moments 

it’s like you gotta grab

’em by the handlebars 

because they’re

aspects where you 

might try to hide 

try to change your fate 

we aren’t given the

choices we create

am I asleep

is it up to me 

love is not a controlled substance

it slips in like fentanyl 

I lost my patience 

yesterday but I

see no escape from 

questions without answers 

and yeah I’ll talk 

stories are meant to be told

I won’t draw draw draw 

it’s just I want 

I wanted it for an hour 

the greatest gift

would only be 

a lifetime 

and that’s so hard to find 

damn

I’ll draw it

I’ll believe deep down 

even though the jaded 

shattered shit keeps 

poking in my 

elevator going up 

tender take it for a ride 

good times

take it

in the 

when does it 

come

alms for the universe 

the busted heartwhite sweat 

I’ll give it 

all my life

be my life 

just a satellite 

can be 

can’t be without you 

love

burntorange

jazzbar

dress neatly hung 

on the bedframe 

amaretto sours 

small, hidden facets

on a sparkling stone

or a gem every twist

opens another place 

for the light to reflect

pink flashes swelter from 

stormy skies 

finding pleasure

warm hands slide

like wheels 

gliding pressures 

comfortable silence enough

to watch the sunset

break out from

cacophonous clouds

kickback in the sky

smoking pinners 

orange haze drifting 

across naked

sunburnt skin

earlywake

got back to cold Toronto

from the hills of California 

got used to the bright nights 

laughter, hollers

moonlight didn’t feel like a 

beacon to wake up 

stranger hours 

Petri dish 

city mindsets creeping 

permeating thin veils 

how I am

composed 

came back with a game plan 

won’t get wrapped up in the

dogclimb, panting race

of nowhere and nothing

can’t forget the voice 

I found when

I began to wander 

now it all depends on no one 

but myself I’m

feeling surrounded

but patient and I’ll

enjoy the food, music, markets

culture, spaces for me to move

with others, play

it’s been a long time since I 

had a summer in this city 

four years

and I’ll always have the 

back burner pot 

simmering with grander landscapes 

it always comes back around 

back around 

always