Make you move mountains
Love me like a big-leaguer
Make you run not walk
Fling that thing to the Moon
That thing that’s ailing you
Red flags, white flags, too
It’s not a day too soon
Let’s leave crazy to loons
Whose flightiness consumes
Consider this day new
Its call goes out to you
To sing the champion’s tune
Oranges remind me of Juneau
Juneau reminds me of salmon
Salmon remind me of Gold￼￼
Gold reminds me of fire
Fire reminds me of water￼
Water reminds me of drowning
Drowning reminds me of calmness
Rising reminds me of mountains
Mountains remind me of you
You remind me of Mars
Mars reminds me of red
￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼Red reminds me of yellow￼
Yellow reminds me of bananas
Bananas remind me of insanity
Best you come harder
The Western Storm just don’t know
Say hello to This
Continue to do this
Ignoring the treasure in your shoes
Until such time you find
A quiet mind and deep desire
To finally meet
In all those better angels who’ve asked you
Won’t you dance
A different dance
I see you tucked away, there in the corner of this epic adventure.
A stowaway undermining, under the guise of love and concern.
I come for inspection, to work, and for respite every couple of days and we lock eyes.
With your back to me, and a mirror before you, I watch you watch me plead hello.
There’s a reason you do not respond to my greetings until the awkwardness becomes too thick to ignore me anymore.
You’re stealing and hoarding and leveraging me and what’s mine.
The awesome view from on high.
The space I’ve created to just be.
The aura I emit.
My ample supply of lust and cinnamon breakfast cereal.
My apathy in attending properly to it all.
Until yesterday, when the doorman warned me, so gracefully, you must go.
More precisely that I must say to you.
When you’re here, you’re not yourself, thus this means it’s time.
The Welcome sign at my doorstep you’ve taken far too far, my friend….
It was never meant for you, you know, I see.
Sin and God told me.