Get out your phones, you’re gonna wanna picture of this tomorrow when you realize what I’ve done.
You keep me honest,
I hear my conscience
In your voice
Like a Morgan Freeman
Kind of way you think about God talkin’
A little ghost you keep inside
Play pretend with a friend from an imagination
An image of you projected on a wall
In rushing for an end, the wall pushes away
And it’s nothing but smoke and space and falling
Into another time and place and no one knows
How you arrived but you,
The Doors of Infinity sliding majestically in and out of existence
Duplicitous, this universe…
I hear you calling inside my brain, a voice in the dark
Of an old tree, forgotten and wise beyond years
His belly had hollowed out- a kingdom unto many
There I hear you calling, “Hey! Come hang out”
So I climbed out onto my branches and swung myself too quick
Bruised my ass such that only laughing made it better.
I’m being a bad boy tonight.
Maybe you can’t eat poetry
But it eats me anyway.