biscuit's dreaming; clouds above its head

I whisper those lies that protected me in my youth 'cause I know, I know, I know that I couldn't handle your truths when my mind finds itself lost struggling to find you once more the body will remember the sensation that is you and I'll writhe like im struggling for air and the energy in my nerves will bleed out my fingertips there is a means to an end and an end to the means we do not share promises but do share dreams holding eyes and locking hands  the sisters are twin high maintenance machines we share the same blood and we bleed out our shares I hear my jaw chatter like the faint tapping of a snare I dream of the longest night and I wake up in your hair  so pinch your nose and floss your teeth we take our own roads then reconvene  on the way we see the same meteorite I can see Altair and Vega tonight until the years pass since we've first met you'll grow out your chest and get a couple tattoos and ill find somewhere I can get a menthol cigarette I'll drink...

when in these moments of intoxication I feel like I'm becoming the imperative clauses of my own "poetry" so ask your heart what it wonders when'd you learn how to snap your fingers? when'd you learn how to tie your shoes properly? I've yet to learn to whistle when'd your body grow up?  what's gonna happen next? oh my god, am I all alone? is life just asking yourself questions over and over am I this yet am I that yet are we in love are we... fucking. oh my god fucking... shut up!!!! selfcestuous selfhatred I think whenever I'm around another person I'm incapable of hate but when I can hear the faint fuzzy ambience in the caverns of my own snail shaped eardrums when the world in my corner gets deathly quiet I start to want to drown in rain As I age regressed, I took my own dog collar and leash and pulled it so hard like I would be found hanging from my own arm suspended in mid-air. I and whined and howled and cried as I came, like a dog being ki...

even once everything is charted out will you still be content with exploring me? I'm too shy to ever take a photo of you I put faith in my mind, I put great faith in it I broke into the house I grew up in as a child Just to see if my body remembered how to navigate the backyard A bunch of young adults now occupy the home This place is neglected and overgrown You stuck a flag on my bare, empty neck  Proof of existence I am an unstable body of land Everyday a seismic activity every other day torrential weather  You are a brave cartographer And when the sun sets you will sail to brave the seas once more The flag is raised

It's gonna take a while for my clothes to dry Maybe by then I'll get to be with you Another night in this room  Bright glowing rectangles keep me up It's like magic I like to pretend Our love, you and I I turn the volume up real high  I can't sleep well without hearing you  We'll tap our noses and squeeze hands And will you keep your face covered and hidden still? I want us to see each other Our faces and our bodies Wearing pretty clothes Or nothing at all I want to grow old together even if our odds aren't convincing And I think you should learn your bass guitar So we can keep us in rhythm, we could start a band I want to strum until my fingers are tender and sore So I can feel it better when you squeeze my hand We can live in a house Or in a one bedroom apartment  Or in a tent Cause home is when I'm together with you You rustle the sheets sleeping and the microphone picks it up sometimes It's like I can feel you move and we're sleeping side by side...

I always was a big fan of the quintessential Mountain Goats doomed romance indie folk album It was the transitional crossing over of the band's sound into hi-fidelity  I loved it as a young teen thing Dreams of the mysterious and dangerous thing called love Dead fish The engulfing swamp  The rural countryside The sound of buzzing and humming Creaking and breathing floorboards Burning homes And I promised John that I would never find myself in the shoes of the characters he condemned I've never set a foot in that Florida town But I'm on a pilgrimage tour of that album Because my home is burning I set it on fire I set it all on fire, with us both in the house What's the opposite of enlightment? I took John's word as gospel, and now I've been endarkened I'm on a pilgrimage tour

WORK! WORK! WORK! YOU FUCKING STUPID THING! As you smack the top of the CRT I whimper without any noise coming from my mouth If I made as much as a squeak, you would deem me broken as well I hate when your cracks show like this I hate when I learn to love people from you I hate when you swear at inanimate objects Why do you hate them so? Why do you hate me so? I'm a little older now and I'm yelling angry terms of endearment at the person across of me I fucking love you so Where the fuck are my socks? You didn't put the right HDMI cable in the goddamn flatscreen I can't fix you if you don't fucking tell me your problems My dreams of love are intertwined with destruction I will fix you by holding you so goddamn tight I will crush your head until the shine in your eyes is nothing but static I will twist your arms until they click into place I've had a terrible day and your love is my only cure So let me love you You fucking broken thing

 As a child I could never climb that big purple climbing set That insurmountable climbing set at the town park If I made it to the top, I'd surely see the whole wide world's boundless horizons  The climbing net of the set had holes too big for me I would fall and pass through so easily  It would surely kill me if I dare tried to brave the climb I would surely let myself fall and come tumbling head-first onto the bark below I thought I would forever be stuck on ground, staring above at the triangulated peak of the climbing set I'm sitting at the top of that big purple climbing set That insurmountable climbing set at the town park I saw the borders of this town, and nothing beyond it's corners