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hey, cali

i’m feeling

homesick

for a place

i have never

been to.

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Sleepyheads

Found no solution but to let the pieces fall where they fall
Even with nothing left, I’ve got more than you know
I wanna let you in and we’ll begin
I oversimplify this all the time
Somehow I think that I’m alone
I wake up every day and change my mind…

~*~

Good morning, darling sunshine, how are you today?

I’m a thousand miles where I live, and a million where you are

But it’s a little closer to you, and a little less familiar

I’m up eight floors of daybreak and shaded in viridian colours

Although it’s a quiet haze for me, I’ve never felt better

.

Good morning, yellow lovely, hope you’re having a great day

My blankets may be cold, but my dreams feel rather safe

Of insane trainwrecks and mad doctors and accidental murders

Okay—perhaps it was a little strange, but I must confess

I woke up in metaphysical iridescence, and I’ve never felt the best

.

Good morning (or perhaps evening), how do you do?

I’ve gone to places and labyrinthine mazes and incoherent disputes

But the best is where I was, where I don’t think too much

Where I’m content with overly-caffeinated nights and later-day chats

And I still constantly think of home—not the place I’ve been

But inside the illusion of infinity thereafter, where I’m contented again.

~*~

Why did I let it go? Why did I leave myself?
No explanation as to why I’m here and not somewhere else
It’s reaping what I sow, I think I need some help
I wanna let you in, and we’ll begin..

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Seasons in Retrograde

Come at me with everything you’ve got
Burst into flames, s
cream in the dark
I’m gonna light up this place
And die in beautiful stars tonight…

~*~

They said it wouldn’t be easy

And being homesick is better than being alone

As the moon burst into flames

I ended up igniting under my coalescing bones

.

Throw me behind the darkness

And I’ll learn to breathe without the light

As the blade swings closer to me

Love, I’ll hold it back for you, and I’ll fight

.

I’m dizzy from wreaking all this havoc

Sober as the ashes melted in my numbing lips

Counting seconds until these stars drop

I’ll catch them like a nightmare, take and keep

.

Because everything looks even more beautiful

When I’m submerged a thousand feet deep in waters

And the undersea glow is a vicious accentuation

To those pale azure eyes that speak of blank aspiration

.

For they won’t come to take you back

And being homesick is better than being alone

As the midnight sun froze into winter

I ended up embracing the perennial cold for my own.

~*~

(What do you do when you’re out of time?)
(Where do you go when they’re right outside?)
(And how do you scream when there’s no one left around?)
I’m gonna light up this place (No one left around?)
And I will be the only light, I’ll be the only light.

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flo{raison}

flourishing

like homesick

flowers

wilting to

find their way

home.

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Folsom Homesickness

Hold me for contempt

I am a sinful man

If arrogance was blithe

I will be borne one

Mercy I shall not plead

It was writ in stone

Guilt can be a path into

The gaol I call home.

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Next Year

I don’t know where I
Am going to rest my head tonight
So I won’t promise that I’ll speak
To you today, but if I ever find
Another place, a better time
For that moment
I was never what I am…

~*~

Dreaming of auroras, reminiscent blooming flowers

Staring at the open window on a mo[u]rn December

Thoughts of calendar prose, painted rubicund 31st

A parched thought and unsaid words dying of thirst

.

Inhale one last midnight breath conjuring stardust

Betrayed by the shower seeds we sow, trailing rust

Fluttering fireflies make this stale air taste buttery

Her music box ballet with a fine whimsical melody

.

Those smells of coriander and angel’s breath perfume

Familiar senses of Heaven, as Earth’s gravity resumes

Van Gogh’s paradise painting, yes, but quite unfinished

Perhaps they ran out of acrylics, brush fast diminished

.

Red stripes and pinstripes blurring into a vertical mess

I’d miss those fast-dissolving days too, I must confess

Warm bodies colliding like drunken asteroids in motion

Intoxicating nostalgia, and I’m quite tipsy with emotion

.

But our hearts shall be mended with a tattered line of string

Perhaps Florence’s nightingales might return to softly sing

Warm feathery comfort, in an empty bed of cold navy blue

Vespertine reveries, and reaching out for the hands of you

.

For the roads paving way can come to a halting fork along

And I’ll sink into the soft shoulder if I stand for far too long

Decision weighed like scales, maybe I’ll take the right path

And I left with a single whisper, a lost goodbye’s aftermath

.

Destinations unravel, a hundred miles, and my feet are sore from walking

Towering skyscrapers of tough metal, low bungalows of wooden flooring

Arrow signs, highways, billboards, all leading to abandoned ghostly cities

Vistas, landscapes in verdancy, but still, you’re the best sight I’ll ever see

.

When I drape my spotted bindle and kiss away my penultimate farewells

Setting the vision of my clouded binoculars farther than it could ever tell

When my soul sheds silvery rain, and annihilates all initial pains and fear

I promise you that I’ll be there soon dear, I promise I’ll be home next year.

~*~

Maybe someday
You’ll be somewhere
Talking to me
As if you knew me
Saying, I’ll be home for next year, darling
I’ll be home for next year…

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