Why didn't they steal the whale?

I bought a beach ball
Technically
I used a coupon
And received it
For my loyalty
To a store,
I also bought an inflatable whale.
I used them
In a pool
Perched outside my apartment
The pool area looks like
A scene from Blow.
I didn't care about anything
Except making a whirl pool.
Which is what inspired me
To purchase
Inflatable
Things.
I sat on this inflatable whale
Just like the happy lady on the box.
Only
I looked like
A creep.
I returned to my apartment
And left the whale
And the beach ball
Outside my door.
I slept.
After waking
Disgusting habits take place
I opened my door
And lit a cigarette
I saw the whale
Plastic nose,
Ringing my doorbell.
He probably wanted to return to
The cocaine inspired
Pool.
I then noticed
My beach ball
Was bobbing in the pool.
I went to retrieve it
Perhaps scold it
For leaving.
Until these chipmunk children
Swarmed it.

I kept thinking to myself

Why didn't you steal the whale?

Margarita
I will drink you
Until my brain
Is frozen.

It's too late to taste this chicken

I thought of lovely things,I thought of spring,
I thought in neon chalk
it projected silly silhouettes 
all over the sidewalks

I walked.

I kept a few things in mind
as I briskly walked in lines
reciting the poems
I currently
wished to be the anthem
of my time.

I shuffled along
watching my feet
disappear in illustrated waves
I was etching in sea foam blue.

I'm not sure how I ended up here
but this is not how it ends
a town beckoning me
with jolly bells
and brick walls
years of the same people
being
and
seeing
the same people
have started breaking these bricks down.
& the bricks have turned to dust
and it is starting to rain.
The dust of the brick
is now blood in the streets.
I step in puddles
with open toed shoes
With
a populated
ghost town
lights and
pizza places
with bricks
and bricks
and bricks
I don't mind having cold feet.
I shouldn't be here.
I don't blame my feet.
I don't blame the bricks.
they have-
just like-
I have-
seen this same town
in every light.

But this night,
was a picture
painted by me.
Inspired by an overwhelming desire
to see if lights could still glow
the farther I disappeared down the rabbit hole.
 I saw strangers
and they gave me more hope
than dangers.
they fed me stories
like before-dinner treats
they had no reason to lie
and no reason to tell the truth.

I snuck their wisdom
hid it
underneath my pillow case
and cried for what I thought I had known.
I played the worlds smallest violin
for myself
then remembered when 
I lit my own violin on fire.

I remember hanging that violin up
and calling it art.

I remember finding out
that was rather subjective.

And the word I was searching for
was in fact, "Angst"

Back then,

I lit up revelations.
I hid in abandoned cars.
I slept where I landed.
I slept where my love landed.
I kept all my things in two bags.
I relied on
anyone
who would listen.
I kept my visions in a vile
and I wore that vile around my neck.
I pledged allegiance to the night.
 &
Euphoria took place
everywhere.
& 
bricks
were still sturdy.

As I thought of lovely things.
I thought of spring,
I thought in neon chalk
I painted all over the sidewalks
& walked.
I kept a few things in mind
as I walked that line
reciting the poems
I currently
wished to be the anthem
of my time.

written in the moss

There are so many people
I miss.

Every once in a while

It grows on me

Like moss.

covering up
the North
parts of me.

Often

The weather

Takes me for a drive,
and
leaves me
somewhere I've been

I remember signs
I remember the trees
I remember holding my breath.
in the middle
of the 
seas I could not explore
I thought of 
differences
I could not admire.
Terrain
which swallowed me whole.

sinkholes
with songs
Whales
with words.

I needed peace of mind

so I closed my eyes.
and found silence.

And sometimes
silence brings the sun

with hats, dresses and bare feet.

It made me miss the people
who stood
bare foot
with me.

when it was October
I wanted a pumpkin patch
To be growing in my house.
I made soup
So my house would smell
Like my memory
Would like home to smell.
I lit vanilla candles
Because a super moon
was dawning out my window
Just beneath the clouds
Like a peep show
With the lights out
I never even saw the moon
But it made me howl.
Made me write
Without sense
Without
Rhythm .
Just like
My first dance.
Confusing
Anxiety
Which turned my palms
into faucets.
leaking,
slippery,
unable
to communicate
My mind
auto corrected itself
and turned
Electric-


this

caught my soul on fire.

everyone thought I was dancing.

I was.
thinking about my blood
thinking about trains,
thinking about

feet with wings.

the way clouds look
when an airplane wing
cuts
like
a fork
through whipped
cream.

And how silent
this rain falls
still.

oh this weather
it is beautiful weather
to remember.

The sea and the swamp

I stood in front of a swamp cooler today
I closed my eyes
And for a moment
I felt like I was on the beach.

I opened my eyes slowly
Hoping
My hopes shores
Might morph into reality.

I was quickly
Disappointed
When I realized
My hopes
are not transformers

...

And that swamp cooler?
Was not a sea breeze.

With the owls

I figure.
If one person
Can climb a mountain
With a rope
Braided entirely in hope.
I should be able
To walk
With words made of stone
They do not intend
To break your bones.
They intend to be
Soft pillows
Beneath a summer breeze
On a hot night
When the sheets
Become your skin.

You are not dreaming.

I figure
If this balcony which holds me up
Breaks
Due to the weight
Which resides in my temple
(Of doom)
I will fall into
Never land
And never land
Ever again.
I will live as an owl.

And in the mean time-
If one person
Can take flight
With wings
Sewn.

I will keep believing in anything.

Orange thoughts

Whenever your power goes out
And you're standing in the dark
Looking for light
Remember-
You are what you eat.
you've devoured so much sunshine
You could illuminate a black hole.
You are so
Unexplored
the parts of the attic
Covered in cobwebs
Which are
Thicker than your desire
To know
What is held in those unmarked boxes.
So with the sun you swallowed
You catch the cobwebs on fire
Along with all your desires
And tell the world
To fuck off.
You find paintings to hide in
Just after you cover your tracks.
No longer willing to be hunted
You tell the ground to stop betraying your feet
You shout to the clouds
You shout to the place
All your ideas wandered off to
And died.
You sing songs to resurrect
The same feelings
(You already forgot)
You made yourself forget.
You appear in the sky
With sparkles and jewels
Decapouged all against your
Sun dried skin
You
Are
Made
Up
Of
Water
But
The well
Which resides
Within you
Has been stretched thin.
You play checkers
With good intentions
And misunderstandings
You rally up hot air balloons
And tie your cursed hands to them
You pretend
The water is cold
But it's boiling hot
You breathe fire
You bathe in lava

You tackled a man
Dressed as a bear
For telling you
Only you could prevent Forrest fires.