The Red Planet

You shave the face of yesterday
Your city eyelids stop and start
Your boss lives inside your head
Your shower head streams live chills
Months of red
You still want a flame from high school
Your subway seat holds big raindrops
Your price tag reads $2.99
Your socks have toe holes in them
Months of red
Your colleagues don't trust you once
Your work outfit is just some clothes
Your sweat glands don't work indoors
Your heart beats slower than dub
Months of red
You are the king of dilettantes
You eat the bread of stale and dry
You play a silent wood oboe
You sink deeper than you know
Months of red

Really Blue

Knowing the enemy
Takes the open sixth sense
Simmering, sugary
Taking over briefly
Killing all your spring dreams
I still laugh out loud
As one
Teasing your memories
Dying to fly through breeze
I drive on the tarmac
With nerves that hold still
Shaking star poetry
Bounce with cacophony
I take
Your clouds
And blow them to splits
Past the veins, physically
Darkened with ancestry
Business, only, strictly

Nights In White Notebooks

I draw the acronym
Syllable
Noun
Predicate
To a page of substance
Style Wars magnet
Twirled into a prefix
These phrases lick paper to taste
Test minds thrice time
Keeper of the vocab
Spellbowl bound
For the 22
Second sentry
Before night falls

Nightmares

The song remains the same
The videos pause, then play
The colors
Muddy over here
Sharp pixels at that
The foyer beeps with Boost Mobile
Fingernails tap on the window
To scratch and claw your dreams
Into submission
While you drop your stub of admission
Into the trash can
That sits on the corner
Scratched and sniffed
Regrets come to trial
In wonderland
The mirrors in your dream
Reflect the ghosts of you
That linger on the tip of your tongue
Shaking
As your world stirs

Drillbits

In those mines
The air ain't new
Tuna cans are far and few
Ay dio
No hope
Digging for the copper blue
San José blocks the skyview
Futures
Unknown
China grows from day to day
Chile claws for little pay
How so?
No hago
Faces like the Magnum, true
Urzúa, he leads, he do
Pots of gold
Que bueno

Color Me Chemistry

Never was a night hero
I got my own solutions
To bubble in this world
A mix of liquids, blue
At times froze solid
Test tube clinks
Into clouds of gas
Is this really happening?
Yeah
You best believe it is
You best believe it is
You believe so, you do
Yeah
You smell the air, stone breeze
Cold case
Crisp
Glossed one over
For the showroom
Twice
Don't blink
I'm dreaming
Once

Pony Express

Port to Port
Road to Road
Austin out to Charleston
You see that
You are invited
To anyone
You are invited
To thank the loved
You are invited
To break the rules
You are invited
To loathe the day
You are invited
To fall down twice
You are invited
To debate and curse
You are invited
To chat and chew
You are invited
To hold me tight
You are invited
For all times
You are invited
To plant those fruits
You are invited
To seek knowledge
You are invited
To laugh all day
You are invited
To stop talking
You are invited
To stop crying
You are invited
To kiss and tell
You are invited
To climb, then stand
You are invited
For all times
You are invited
To make the mold
You are invited
To hide forever
You are invited
To be a fat ass
You are invited
To leap, then fly
You are invited
To anyone
You are invited
For all times