In our prime, my wall of perception was that of Berlin’s

A barrier zapped by just the words out of your lips

I find life pulls me around you

Your smiles squash me in school

When walking zombies duel

over the next gossip renewal

I’d say these things personally,

but rejection’s a bitch

Just know when you message me,

My butterflies twitch

And so it pains me—

I’d rather bite into a jawbreaker.

To be the denim on a pant taper

Instead of the fit you need

When the snow comes a grinning

And you’re safe inside

No light-hearted decision

Will cover my lie,

A thousand lies actually.

I’m a broken robot

The crowd wants emotion;

I give them Sinatra

The girl wants my notion;

I give her a double entendre

Fields of laughter

Now frozen in time

The heart’s gentle pattern

Now separate and blind

How low can loneliness go

With two tired lovers

Here comes the jovial question

Adorned with everything festive

It hides under the floorboards

And swings it’s premises like a tempest

Are you ready for the new year?

Deep down you know there’ll be snow

And goats and girls with endless throats

Maybe even fear’s fear somewhere in the rear

To make it scamper like a dog

Or fulfill its resolution’s jog

Tell me honestly,

Have the halls shown a different shade?

Is the lady gonna change her ways?

Will your conscience ever be clear?

And are you ready for the new year?

Stories crawl around the avenues

Cold weather spreads it’s rampant blues

For the sunken fellow and his mogwai  companion

Sleeping behind the horse’s wagon

Tell me more about your firework cannon

Tell me more about the shared love through foggy windows

It’ll echo in this concrete valley

Once the blanket pulled over the fire,

And by jove it did,

The sandman was distorted into my liking,

he grew much, much higher.

Other than hippie hymns and trippy pins

I think being unconscious in bed is the best it’s ever been

The past gave the future,

who promised the present a pleasant pheasant with no result,

a star filled with hope the shape of a bison.

There was an obvious liaison,

So the present caught notice and mangled the star into a bat.

Chaos ensued and

we have only but to thank the trio for 2020 being so crap.

Black lashes of intimacy, murder, and mischief fluttered

She wore a bob and called it

the product of kismet and her mother

She came to the bar, like others, enthralled

Midnight was coming

Like the cider sidecar she had called

To start this New Years running

Suddenly something arose from down the hall

“Are you ready for the new year?”

My plan for 2021 is to make my eggs more geometric

I want to witness the bombs go off

I’m tired of seeing this year shed it’s skin

With hypnotic rain dancing atop acid streets

You’re no lizard king, y’know

We’ll erect a different steeple,

Or climb a separate cyprus

Now you have the opportunity to turn that vampire studio

Into a field filled with poppies and the cure for polio

Change is coming into fruition, my friend

Believe me

We all came together in the place with no darkness

Towers scrape the heavens and shed a blinding hiss

Dogs ears bled

The girl with the bob drank water instead

Paramount, the spirits abound were compared to the hissy-fit smoke

Look! An artificial aurora of seducing lights!

Speeding, and weaving, and feeding

Let us not waste the night we have patiently waited for!

They all said “You want some lights? Here's some more!”

This isn’t the pool to dip your cautious toes into

This isn’t some run-of-the-mill lightning-patterned pantomime

The stage presence is very much so different this time

Listen to the coliseum crowd go wild

Now let me whisper it with a smile

I’ll say it again, but in the intervals of earthquaking cheer,

Are you

Ready

For the

New year?

Checking in with the hub

Things are going great

Sales are going up

It’s all great, grand, and straight

We’re all just flies on the ol’ racquet

Waiting for waffle-patterned bliss

Keep my mind steady while I hack it

Show me you love me by measuring my wrist

I couldn’t hear ya over the fiery pipes

Sounding like a demon’s road trip jam

Panties uprooted, a float, and on strike

Meanwhile, the meaning of being is counting the lines on its hands

Her snores rattled like a sprinkler

His diatribes made the moon roll its eyes

This is the cycle I see as the mingler

And it’s more tiring than a 9 to 5 sunrise

Some say the glass enjoys its half

I’d ask where the famous filler hides

I’d ask his meaning of being for Moses’ staff

And then split your sea for the night

I couldn’t hear ya over the blinding stripes

Substituting for copious tons of alakazam

Shake, swivel, pivot those handles on the trike, love

Meanwhile my meaning of being struggles to find a test worth a damn

I’m your guy through and through

I’ve paid for the hours in full

Please don’t watch my soul whistle alone in the rain

Please don’t step off this earth and put out our flame

You’re embrace carries every pill destined to put me to sleep

Now let’s cannonball into the appalling, risky deep

You can’t turn away

From the props on her stage

Don’t blink before you shake

In the river of mistakes

’cause you’ll miss it

Her fiery business

If you were lookin’ to filibuster

She was off in another room

Her peace found persuasion

Behind the blonde alley of doom

And my eyes turned to stoplights

As she wiggled through the sauna

The ladybug looping around my tie

Is named bingo pajama

Well,

the moth feeds off the bulb

And her shimmer turned eccentric

A smile sneezed through

When she decided to be electric

The magic in her eyes

Makes you hurry up and wait

You loiter in her greenhouse,

confession in hand

But time chooses today to parade

And my eyes turned to stoplights

As she wiggled through the sauna

The ladybug looping around my tie

Is named bingo fuckin’ pajama

Ya dig?

Persuasive bets under the table

Render me enticed, famished, and obsolete

Beside the bathroom with a double ladle

You were endorsing such intense magazines

Gleaming in the foil, a dotted surprise

Your vitals ran cold a long time ago

Boards creaked under your alibis

As the morning jog turned into a midnight jolt

I’m knighted by the disorderly

And I switch on my smile

For the CAG monster accordingly

Don’t crank her cogs

Unless you’re fancying a fever

She’ll step on your eggs

And echo crossed lions

When you know full well that you don’t need her

I’m knighted by the disorderly

And I switch on my smile

For the CAG monster accordingly

A brawl broke out at the nursery home

Two men fencing their futile frustrations

Each inflamed insult pierced through thuggish bone

Blasting batwing doors of biased implications

The News’ grasp is thicker than pudding

Augmented angles redacting the truth

Praying the runner loses his footing

As they moan for a turn in the kissing booth

Famished lenses circle the pompous men

Waiting for the rotten stage to crumble

Graffitied scriptures haunt the mic’d playpen

Reminding us how far we have tumbled

Lest our patriotic blueprints entertain the numbers

Who cavort through jiggly-eyed marches

That bloat emotions bound by rubber

I’ll stay home mastering my catharsis

Social shackles bind us indubitably

Eventually we’ll drown in a ruined sea