perception versus reality: a peter pan story.

at long last i am
too far to turn back.

this was a bad idea.

i sit, picking through piles of what is real
and what i say is real. sitting on the potential
of differential magnitudes.

dressing up helps you play the part.
i am not wearing shoes.

it is early. it is late. it is nothing and cars become
neon under cardiffornia nights.

this noise is silencing and i hear the earth breath.
lights flash flash flash the metronome of universal lungs.

fears manifest themselves as old friends from college
showing up unannounced. talking politics and how to
save the world over beer and swinging everymen.

randys' rizla zigzag juicebar prescriptions.
running wild as the night we are running wild in.
watch the wind seduce terrycloth desire cultivate neoprene dreams.

it all ends soon. foreshadowing shadows and ghosts
that guide us through our dreams.

she sings to me but what?

neon ;nosespray not wandering, buried beneath this junegloom july.
she sings and wades through this centuries-old collective breath.

the earth is round! i see it in the distance!
wading, waiting, stairs staring holes in the backs of heads.
look listen learn yearn burn one down in the name of rehashing passed.



then i had a lot to learn.
brain waves abade for days cathcing the real butch cassidy quesioning
self after reading a camus essay

affected effects change this fitler perspectively as i turn around
and walk home knowing i must one day write down what i know.