Some free writing from this weekend...

memory of garbage can
destroy what you thought was a man
apples
and cores
its conflagration that seperates the living and the dead
when everything turns red
its all because we thought it would never be dead
or led to believe
that its alright to never need

fourteen.

I thought you were a life sized version
of everything that I was creating
an illusion of friends and foes
Four roads reach more roads
What kindof safe crossing is that

From inside each other we collapse
To the underwater scene in the ground
Where the leaves are the air
Falling to the ground

And the window opens wide from the whiskey bottom
and nothing is anything proof
and anything is nothing proof
and its all the same saying
its all the same day
its all the same great
Suffocation

Label the undertow
From A to Z
and dont forget W, T, and dont forget me.

How can I look down
When things are looking up
ANd things are looking for faces
is different places
Where we normally would never see em

Cause it gives us something to believe in no matter how absurd
it gives us something to be heard.

Someone has to be in that position
to lead or to have been lead
great men create greatness in their head
so they could feel like they deserved it

And in the can walks from a horizon scene
A man who locks everything
The man who has the only key
The man who doesnt want anything but to see
Just where he went wrong
And where he went when he wasnt with me

I know we are going to meet someday.