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oil and water?

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Maybe if the spoon was made of gold,
just maybe, things might mix and become
something rich & appealing. But, I chose silver, I
chose silver to agitate the contents in, what was, a red bowl.
If love was water and the antgonist of it was oil,
would they come together? Can purity and slippery
notions work together as bread and wine? Bread and wine
are essential to the contentment of souls, alike the blood beneath skin.
But, even a drunkard couldn’t see how the bottle in his left hand
and the cross in his right can combine in harmony. I continued to
stir, I persisted to see if the two would become one,
my guests were waiting. My wife advanced from the living room into the kitchen
where I was hastily at work. “Dear, our guests are….slow down
before the China becomes ruin!” Oh, how I wish she knew; I accelerated my
revolutions recklessly. I wanted to witness rebellion and law atone. If they
refused, then so be it, the bowl will shatter and my hands
would feel the red horrific revelation. The epiphany of the hatred for
unification oil and water shared. They knew more than I that my action
was the birth of war. Kindling in the deep an amalgamation so
destructive, in process, that it would cause me to go mad with failure.
But, I continued to scratch the bowl with the metal’s revolutions.
My guests were waiting. They were expecting a refreshment, both sacred and
rebellious in nature, that would go down easy. I was told it would never be perfect, but
I pressed to test that theory. Maybe, at the right speed, at the right time, in the right
air, in the right Light, on the right day, at the right kitchen, with the right money,
with the right clothes, with the right spoon, at the right angle, with the right music,
with the right words, at the right height, with white lies, I could prove them wrong.
I failed. Indeed, the red world of the two sides shattered into oblivion. My hand trembled
in the blood of my foolishness. I stood in the embarassement of my crass objective to combine
oil and water. I cleaned the wastes of the war I orchestrated and sat with displeasure.
I concluded it was better to just give my guests water, for safety’s sake. For I did not
want to know the vague outcome of consuming my concoction or sin alone.


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A potion afar for a substance in my vein.

Cant crush you up and wash you down the drain.

You will be loved, but in a fashion you can’t wear.

You may feel like a seed, spat out.

But you’re really the sugar in the pear.

You cuddle in wool when I pretend to order cotton.

As delicate as your heart may be, I think I’ve forgotten.

And even if I’m laying on a farm and you’re in a church on a hill.

It may always be up to the wolves until I know how I fill.

But yet still, I’m into you.

More importantly, I’m into this.

The fact that the notes I hum match the heat in your breath.

The things that make you dance match the song in my chest.

A song that sings “you can water me down.”

Water down the red dye even if I frown.

But, only if your kisses are as sweet as I remember.

I’ll always remember the moment I saw you again in December.

It’s true, I do.

After all I’m into you.

The color you love is wrapped around my wrist.

Because once again, I’m into this.

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I’ve never been out to sea

I’ve always wanted to leave my fort

Even though I made it tall to be free

I want to prove that I’m not that short


I want the Sun to call me “dude”

After it checks it’s teeth in the ocean reflection

I’d offer him some of my food

And tell him the beach is in its own perfect imperfection


I love the sound of sea beads hitting low

Low below the tide, I can hear it

teal, pink, lime, sounds like yellow glow

Snip, Snip, I hope the hemp will fit


I’m good at wasting time

Laying here in the wet sand

The Ray Bans and uke are a part of the crime

With a fake Pina Colada in hand


The water is heaven to my feet

Washing away the callouses from the farm

How am I laying in a coarse and soft sheet?

This is more amazing than Oma’s lucky charm

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Honey, I’m just unwell.

Torn away from the times does it to me.

Away from the fools of the night,

dancing around the fire of the dawn.

Rescued from the abyss of the unknown.

Although I could see fine in the water.

Honey, I’m just unwell.

Torn away from the times does it to me.

Left at the street corner with no symphony,

I own only a pencil and recycled paper.

Where is the passion from the ashes?

They lied, I see no golden ashes of a Phoenix.

Honey, I’m just unwell.

Torn away from the times does it to me.

I miss yelling at my boss from behind the glass.

Let me go, just long enough to smell the grass.

I want to bathe in the dusk before the bell rings.

And if you’d meet me half way,

you’d realize how old we really are.

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