The Visionary

I dream of life
in the spotlight
dressed nice
sipping mojitos
throwing dice
to the sounds of stirred ice
in empty glasses.

Taking trips across the world
meeting girls who dont give a fuck
about me
just as much as i dont give a fuck about them.
tongue painting the sillouette of an hourglass demon
with expensive tastes
and a soul that died a long time ago.
so i dont have to feel bad
about leaving a post-it note
by the telephone

Wearing ties
to drive fast cars
down the coast
to ride bikes through the city
with joint roaches
twisting in a south eastern breeze

Fireflies ride the fog
from the foothills to the beach
setting a mood
like god showed up for wine and a conversation
smoking a cigarette talking about how real we are
if anything
dying doesnt scare you.
because youve done it before.

The sound of spanish guitars
in the distance of the
resident inn's
throwing rocks out the windows
because i trust them
as far as i can throw them
and i can i throw farther than i expected.

all the days of my life
There's a perforated figure with a shirt that reads
"Wish you were here"
long and lonely days
with journeys that end
in churches
praying for forgiveness
with gods blood
still floating in an empty stomach.

Everything grows fuzzy
and the world is distorted

--
How our kids would have looked.


Im thankful for my imagination
and a brother who loves me.