defocused

psychedelic misinterpretations

psychosomatic invitations

it all drifts, with the flow

faster as we go, as we go

do we really know?

the thoughts within?

the price of a smile?

the chemistry of sin?

questions are good

she said

ask me a question

i nodded my head

but i had no question

so i just stared

at her

till my eyes defocused

and she blurred

into butterflies and sunshine.

When the night is dark

When the night is dark

Words rush in

From crowded corners

Where they hide

Forgotten and scared 

Of everything

But with the lights off

It's open season

They seek no rhyme

Follow no reason

When away from the keys

And pen and paper

Words rush in

As brightness tapers

The crawl under the skin

In fingers 

In hair

Tangled, we dream

But they disappear

As morning light

Silently appears