Don’t I long to be scared Trivial thoughts, invasive stares Don’t you look don’t I clean up nice Questions in full, the future in sighs Won’t you stroll with me through deserts? Til these 40 days are over Buying time off someday devils Tilt my head til it finds yr shoulder Brushing dust off of wet muffled prayers Head between knees on a cold folding chair Held on hold, my hands pine; needles draw Half infinite waves, immanent awe *** 2:23 AM *** Uneasy so queasy now easy come let me go Profit, binge sit Shirk. Skirt the dawn, skulking with green eyes On every city Sulk. Cache pennies in bulk. Make sense, digest Get out of your head; toss, yearn, dread, fly, wren Cursing in pen. We hardly were and never will be these combinations again Dead mosquito on my chest Don’t we need each other to rest?

Dreaming like hell And heaving up dry ‘til I breach a plan Headaches and airports These terminal fantasies play out in sequence but never in time With your shoes on the bed And feet in the soil You can pry me now Sizing up postcards I’d rather you grew up in a small town in Kansas and I not so restless There’s no place like the coast Let’s fight, you win, all the gashes are yours Let’s nestle our heads, soaking up all your pores Let breath become wind, all the gasps are yours Let’s rent an old house and sleep under the floor With my pride on the line And knees in the dirt I can know you now Landscapes and portraits I’ve zoomed out and flipped shit and still you stand singing atop all of it

Compass rose Smelling sweet Good to know things are still where they used to be Neighbor’s house Inner peace Good to know someone’s coming after me Good to wake up and watch the sunrise Overhead over heels for the otherwise Good to wake up and watch the sunrise All promise and glow Good to grow old and watch the sunrise Yeah we’ll be over the Sound and the Vineyard skies Good to grow old and watch the sunrise All yellow and hollow For the proper time For the wait and see For the permissible For the possibly For the wanderlust For the widest screen For the camera lens For I know that the world bends to me Compass rose Cul-de-sac Boil the ocean down to something I can stomach I need some space I buy cage free Who’s to say this heart belongs Anywhere anytime anywhere clothing As if we’re not enclosed like we used to be *** Yeah we’ve got nothing but time To kill and nothing but signs to follow Straight to the sea PCH wait for me Nothing but time will kill us, nothing but signs to fill the spaces between Lost and found Sweet the Sound Ten thousand years To sing And ten thousand fears Leave behind in the sea PCH wait for me oh Ten thousand years Won’t sing And ten thousand fears Won’t wash away You and me Lost and found Sweet the Sound Taste the grace Spit it out Sing rejoice Heavy hearts Never chance Always choice *** Wish I was blind again Oh be Thou my vision Wish that the sun would set This incessant light makes it hard to forget Compass rose Smelling sweet Good to know things are still where they used to be

It's the birds and the crime The fight, the flight, the zones, and the time It's the lock on the door The hinge, the bolt, the lightning, the storm It's the garden, the green The landscaper's boots and khakis It's the building design It's the symmetry botched and misaligned It's the shit in the grass It's the pace of a walk It's the drool from a nap It's the faucet left on The brush, the mint, the steam, and the yawn The umbrella forgot The sopping wet and mismatching socks The double knot shoes Hell if I know how to not think of you Hell if I know what to do