My vibrations have been like a seizure
But I won’t swallow my tongue so please don’t hold me down.
I want to have sex in front of a projector for the rest of my life
So I can be painted in the beautiful parts of the world
And leave negative space for the beautiful people in my bed.
I want to write all my poems in paint
So everyone sees the thickness even when I can hardly rhyme.
I want to take records off the shelf and put books in a crate
To see how well sound and writing translate
At 4 am when I’m up too late.
I often wake up before the sun comes to shine
And lay there with nothing going on in my head.
Just the soft rhythm of the breath next to me
And waiting to let out all of the best of me.