"as above, so below"

here we go again,
shooting for stars
within our arms,
within the glass bottles
of the universe.

we are stuck here,
glued within complicated philosophies
that none of us will ever understand.

we were never astronauts,
just a hierarchy of moles
making tunnels out of space.

one hand on the wheel

within the weight of lines
there is enough frustration
to build a boat.

we load this boat
carefully
with the finest objections the spirit can find.
when the water is heavy enough
we set sail, blazing oceans
like a row of ants underneath a magnifying glass,
and then

before we know it,
one of the masts has been set on fire.

one more

in that era,
when i was drinking a million miles per hour,
stop signs just never occured to me.

i stretched hours into days
that eventually became years.
i didn't have to flex.

i just needed to sit there,
at the bar, or
on a bed in any apartment i claimed to be home
and be perfect
with one more drink in my hand.

untitled

it’s just one long fucking song
that never seems to end,
and in between years
you can never remember the chorus.

it’s like you’ve been so entirely lost between the
notes
that the only beacons you recognize are constructed of liquid and smoke.

honestly,
it’s a chore just to remember this title
or that title in between the women
and the bottles,
it’s everything like being asleep.