Get lost
in the clouds, in a painting, in reflections in the water when its gently raining
Get lost
In a story, a poem, dancing to a beat, or staring at the stars contemplating
Get lost
In the journey and the process, the subtleties of smiles, the tension between opposites

when the strings pulled taught enough to sing that song/without snapping, get lost we got a dim light on

Ideas riddle ripple round the old oak tree
Eggs sizzle skillet golden brown hopefully
good breakfast, only meal that concerns me
building up that proper vibe might require surgery

occurs to me, emergency the thought emerging
flirting seems absurd and certainly unnerving
versions of her currency were the severed heads of vermin
when they’re squirming she refers to them as friends

in the end she wouldn’t lend a helping hand
couldn’t see past grains of sand caught in the sleepy corners of her eyes

then she’d never understand, subtle smiles, master plan
we’re living in a world that’s created by the mind,

shift thought express, exasperated stress, get it off your chest,
refine, define your own divine
best guess, game of chess, complex context, stretched far enough to realign your spine

sunshine, so fine, awestruck, dumb, blind; suddenly it fits like it kissed one eye
done rhyming, no crying, no luck, gun primed, tunnel vision hits you won’t get satisfied


Get lost
in the clouds, in a painting, in reflections in the water when its gently raining
Get lost
In a story, a poem, dancing to a beat, or staring at the stars contemplating
Get lost
In the journey and the process, the subtleties of smiles, the tension between opposites


When the string’s pulled taut enough to sing that song
without snapping get lost we got a dim light on

I need my mind to start working, arms stop going numb
tongue stop lurking

think I need more ink, yeah I’ll buy another drink
take me back to Albuquerque ‘fore I vomit in this sink

Head spins the nickel loose, peach fuzz and pickle juice,
settle in the ripples noose, stab the rhythm cut the goose,
break her neck and touch the truth, shuffle up a troubled sleuth
numb fingertips and tingle lips juggle clues

in my mind I’m a poet and I got something worth saying
Till I open up my mouth, words are vessels and they’re praying
that they reach their destination and keep the cargo safe
but they’re tattered on the shore whispers drowning in the breaks

Gotta lotta faith in truth, even if it breaks the tooth/ its hard and it hurts but ain’t no way we can lose
Scattered out amongst the clues, are jig-saw pieces/ tantamount to a short fuse the get lost thesis


Get lost
in the clouds, in a painting, in reflections in the water when its gently raining
Get lost
In a story, a poem, dancing to a beat, or staring at the stars contemplating
Get lost
In the journey and the process, the subtleties of smiles, the tension between opposites

When the string’s pulled taut enough to sing that song
hum, touch kiss rhythm and the beat lives on