Elucidating Questions

Look at the stars in twos

Look at them in twos

It’s not hard to do

In twos and then

Stare far between them

Do not look at the sky

Stare into space

You still see something you rarely noticed

In twos

If you have trouble start with Gemini

Start with Pollux and Castor

It’s between them and then two more and then two more

And when you can see them in twos and nothing more

Every star with a star

No matter how far they are they are in twos

And stare in to space

Just

Look at it

You may notice a star blink

Is it a piece of space between us and it

Or a change in the star?

Years ago

Oh

We’re in space

The stars go

In twos

Torn straight down the middle by your say and do attitude

How in the hell do you say that do this?

How in the hell?

And once I would have been overflowing with feelings dripping down like acrid citric water colours

Once upon a time

You were everything

Now you’re anything than what I have

Merely a comparison in my life

This is this

Unlike him

I love you.

Fuck you.

I do know what I’m missing

The love song Chester never sang

And we think he’s alive

But it makes us wonder why

If he truly is beside me

When did these lines start existing in this song?

He says we’re fighting

He says stop doing the fucking drugs

He screams

Is it kinda like a love song?

Or kinda like a concerned friend who actually cares?

Is it Chester or a wayward spirit who feels bad and hasn’t looked at me in a week?

Do we still feel love for eachother when you’re yelling at me?

How many excuses can you come up with?

Fingers in hair that grows and changes despite the flies making us wonder why

Gripping

Groaning

Roaring like a lion

I’m powerless!

He says like it’s an ironic knife settled between the third and fourth

Pages of his life when he wrote the wrong words

And an ironic afterlife

If any of it rings true

But I’m radioactive radioactive

And I’m not listening to you

Sometimes I wake up in the moment

I look around and I think

How foreign this all is

How strange

Moon rising

I’m flying

From one place to the next

And suddenly the world around me is so new in a confusing way

The green seems wrong

The sky seems dark

Yes the sky seems dark but the spark is small

And alone

And as a great dragon swoops from the sky above

I think

How magnificent these clouds

That’s not the way they are back home

Wondering

Waiting

To learn where home is

I was wrong

I can admit that

Can you?

Irrelevant.

The disappointing white petals gave way

To pink

Pinker than pink

They would be purple if not for the white

They are pink

They give off the feeling of cherry

And the petals sink as a river into the streets

Beautiful pink

Delicate pink

They fly in the wind

Creating scenes merely by being that humans painstakingly recreate

Effortlessly

They paint the late spring

As early spring

They’ve been around a while

One second they have an inch then they’ve taken a mile

They’ve crept and crawled their way into the places they nested

Never ending list of all the species they’ve bested

They quietly disturb the peace and then they make it bend

Of their insane ability to be unaware and inhumane, they wonder, will it end?

Too many times they’ve looked over and taken what they wanted

With little care, plain disregard, for the lived that they have messed with

Plain hectic

They now decide they’ve wrecked it

Those who were here anyways

Now it’s time for other days

Release the hawk to be free of those pesky little creatures

Even though before we were they were normal features