she’s gone back in time before
it’s nothing really new at all
snaps her fingers and counts to four
(just an old magical transfer protocol)

she wakes up on the east coast
sand on her bare feet
next to the closest sign post
(pointing where to eat)

she just goes to her ways
forgetting old problems
including yesterday
(and the past autumn’s)

mostly she just stays at the beach
or rides up and down the streets
it’s a fine art you can’t teach
(but it’s easier then constant defeats)

see the weather’s a little better
no wind chill to bring you down
no need to wear a sweater
(unless you decide to go uptown)

she’ll buy high end designer wears
smoke rings around happy hour
but who even really cares
(when you’ve got unlimited power)

when she comes back i hope you see
she’s more dangerous
then you’d think she’d be
(but dont make a big fuss)

her hearts in the right place
i just wish i knew where that was
it’d be easier to embrace
(then just hitting pause)

two weeks

if i call in dead
do you think they’ll ask
to see the certificate
of my demise

if i send in some bones
will they look through
my carefully
crafted disguise

if i masked my voice
would it sound suspicious
or insanley
well devised

if i gave my notice
i suspect that
might be
mostly wise


get it better
on the waves you ride
left to be bitter
for the riptide

lift you up
by the seaside
forced under
to be dragged behind

by the wrong time
catch no rhythm
on the new line

break the void
from the depths
gathering momentum
to make it out alive


i know
i’ve been asking
for too much
you’ve been
looking the other way
i can’t say
can’t say
that i blame you
for giving up
up on my bad luck
i’m sure you tried
tried but
just gave up
when i came to you
empty handed
strung up
danced around
like i was
all done up
but time after time
look where i’ve ended up
just stringing you around
wondering where i was
when you came down
hard on me
to get it together
sooner then later
i guess it’s not
not up for debate
but just hear me out
i wanted to be right
turns out
that isn’t the case
unless i come across
a better version
of myself

agrarian speculation

write down your deepest secret
send it off on royal air mail
till it reaches the corner of the earth
so i can read it in the depths of isles
where no once else can hear me think it

i’ve been catching your old vibes
getting caught up on new tastes
of depreciating desires
and long distance phone calls
to fourth world countries

keep on scratching my forehead
from the marking you placed
more than two weeks ago
you spelt it out in ink
a four letter word that doesn’t rhyme

want to catch up with those dead ends
they seem to be the only conclusions
that i can count on to come across
in the foreseeable future of things
unlike cul-de-sacsĀ in suburbia