sometimes if i close my eyes i can see constellations made out of spilled salt

crystalline universes made out of the earth

i think we eventually all end up exactly where we came from.

the universe just might be round.

we're all rotating

i'm rotating

in a geosynchronos orbit around every little thing that can make up

the night sky above our blanet and port wine

sweet-dumb-beautifully-drunk

i will hold it up above the city lights

and every thing that i've just left unsaid

will be put on display with clearly marked labels that you can use to define it

but please don't define it because words set limitations

unless you leave them open ended

i like to leave the screen door of these words open

so if you need to you can get back inside

incase you've forgotten your key

or a cardigan

because it's relatively cold outside

winter in ontario is crisp as fuck

and i almost make a crystal clear realization

every night when i walk my dog

i almost make sense of every little thing

at 10:48 pm.

wondering about words that have never been written

at 2 in the morning.

we're searching through bloodless histories

at 2 in the morning

i'm keeping my safety blanket close at hand

at 2 in the morning

because we can't think about the daybreak

or your deep stake

or the grand fake

we're being distracted by the cool greys and blues that are painting up my night sky

aerosol brightened morningsong

and every day this light

makes my first sight myopic.

i can see anything despite the blurred edges

i'm folding up a paper airplane that will cut through this mess

without any vapor trail

i'm floating on looseleaf through consummate midnight

midlight

night sight

all the way to your doorstep

i'm floating on looseleaf through consummate midnight

and when i get there we're going to dance the night away

dance the night away

dance the night away

to the fingerpicked acoustic guitar that has always

and probably will always

provide a perfectly appropo soundtrack to my dream drenched mind

it'll be incredibly subtle

and it'll pick up at exactly the right moment

and we'll dance dance dance

dance so hard i'll lose any mediocrity

i'll sweat it out

i'm floating on looseleaf through consummate midnight

and its warm outside for january

lights are flickering on in office buildings and morning is rearing its threatening head

i'm floating on looseleaf through consummate midnight

i'll arrive before the world wakes up

good night

sleep tight

leave the extra key in the mailbox

and i'll come upstairs as quiet as i can

i'll arrive before the world wakes up.

i think there could be a place where you're walking around and laughing at us

because we all think we're so superior right where we are

and i think there could be a place where you're wondering what exactly it is they're doing and why

and i think i know there's a place where you're dreaming

although they say that you can't dream anymore.

i think that this reality is subjective and that they should know that

but i can't tell them

i'm not involved enough

i think that you'll probably be there for them like he is there for us and eventually one day i'll be there for whomever.

i think it's going to be surreal watching you go

i'd like to think that you're floating

up, up and away

i know that it's cliche'd that i'm writing this

and that i probably don't have any right.

but i thought i should.

i hope wherever you are is brilliant

i hope that linoleum floors don't exist there

i hope that there is no such thing as a ceiling

i hope you're gliding in endless sky

and i hope that everything below you looks incredibly silly

forget about numbers

forget about data

forget about bills of any kind

spin as fast as you possibly can and revel in the spinning

goodnight. sleeptight. dream as loud as you fucking can.

i wonder if the click and the clack of these keys will produce something

anything

i'd like to evaporate

i'd like to become

vapor

tiny particles slowly rising away away away from here

i'm on the verge of actually saying something

actually speaking something

actually being something

but

i can't quite get it

i'd like to be suspended above the moon and below the stars

i'd like to nova

she took my hand as we walked beneath the knave and the vault

my thoughts bled from my eyes into her hands

my brain needs to slowthefuckdown

this weekend is sure to be on of the best ones ever.

i

miss

you.

if i could i think i would bury myself undergoud

a couple hundred feet

see the ground as a dirty sky

looking down to some is way high up to others

this time its not about that

there could be mirrors reflecting that tired look in your eyes, but instead there is just glass

you're wearing that sweater again

that reminds me of 1996

i think that some part of my heart is cable knit

i never seem to see the same thing anymore

sometimes lonliness is tangible.

i can knead it and shape it.

i should go and swim in the sky

i'm making cloud shapes into the faces of people i never really think about

she's singing in her room again

its quieter

the sound had its growth stunted

it came out different.

we came out different

we changed how we were supposed to be

i'm going to sail away

sail away

sail away

there's wind caught in my throat and i've nothing left to say.

one of these days i'm going to take a big pack of crayons and paint the sky just the way i would have when i was 6 years old

completely out of the lines.

i think that when i wake up everyday i wake up somewhere else someone else but just a little bit the same

i don't really want to stay in the lines

colouring for colours sake

for the sake of colour

for brightness

i think that i may just be the luckiest man alive.

if i could i would write a sonnet in perfect iambic pentameter

made specifically for your ears only

when you heard it you would know exactly what i meant

we'll be forgotten

we'll be remembered

we'll change everything

i'm going to change the world

i

am

going

to

change

the

world.

sprinting down cobblestones on the way to something important

do you remember that?

streetlamps hiding in leaves

check and mate and the game is over but it's actually just begun

remember that day?

bluest sky mine eyes have every witnessed

there is nothing

nothing

nothing

other than right now

anything else is just an esoteric concept

the future doesn't ever really happen.

it's always just right now

so

be

now

and

be

something.

there should be a dozen different pictures of you in a dozen different museums

you're eyes are like home.

i'm not really sure of the machinery that causes sunrise to turn to sunsets

or what cogs and wheels turn in order for this moment to pass to the next

i want to shoot out into the deep dark night and explode

rivers of colour flowing from me lighting up the night making something worth looking at.

i am really truly afraid of being completely and utterly forgotten

sometimes i listen to the sound of the city all around me and pretend that its a city about a million miles from here and that i'm underneath something built hundreds of years before i was born

i don't feel inspired right now.

i spent the last 3 months stationed on a russian spy satellite

read watch record click send and into existence it comes

i think i'm back now i'm sorry i hiatused

when i was up there i saw more stars than there are flavors of ben and jerry's

and i realized that i have an entire world in each of my eyes

and realized that it doesn't mean all that much because most of my world resides in hers

and realized that i want to write a book

and be somebody

you can come to my book signing

and after we can go out for pad thai

there is far too much to say and too little time to say it so i'm going to work on words

better words

smarter words

words that mean something the way they all mean something

while spy satteliting i met a russian named yuri

he had the saddest eyes i'd ever seen

he lost his dog in prague on one misty spring evening as he walked under streetlight

and he lost his heart in moscow in the wee hours of the morning when he realized that life isn't exactly the same as it was when he was 12 years old.

but then again maybe thats ok

i never really could understand russian

all your eyes and all your hearts can add up to this

the sum of our parts

equations make love seem simple

my math is astronomic.