Poem "Citrine"

i’m feeling just a little bit miserable

still recovering from that high / that i hit a little while ago

tied to the same clichés that we try to transcend

and the end looks suspiciously like the beginning

step in from the heat, to where the l-e-d's come on at night

absorb the sound and suck in the ghostly whites

from the audio cones and the black lights

i don’t know if this is gonna work out this way / but it’s worth a shot

sometimes good things happen when you just let the music play

don’t stop the music / it’s okay to go crazy when you dance

it’s no problem, the only problem is in your mind

sometimes ya just havta to break down and take a chance...i know that

‘come on’ is what came from me

put myself out there to take it all in / and i am afraid now

a victim of the very thing that i tried to avoid

and now the music just sounds like noise

well, turn it over / pull the ripcord with a vengeance

i need you more than i can admit

as afraid as i am of interpersonal fission

my eyes need to see you in my peripheral vision

need to know you’re there

need some sort of reassurance / that you’re not going anywhere

she said / that it’s not me it’s you

well, isn’t that always the way that it always is?

conventional wisdom says that it’s all in my mind

and no one ever got anywhere by going insane

she said / that she flipped the switch for faster than light

and i can’t keep track of that velocity

it’s just a stream of details that are already obsolete

there's no access to a tesseract without a cardigan sweater

is that you in it? / is that a euphemism? 

if these small consolations are the background pattern in my mind

and the small constellations are the background noise in the sky

then i just need to bleed in broad strokes

so take the high that you hold in your hand

turn it over, and pour the syrup straight outta the sun

i can feel it coming up, mercury in a vertical line

things’ll get better, no life till indiana jones leather

i'm sorry for the conflict of interest, but it'll all make sense

when you see how i've got it arranged on pinterest

okay, so i sold my soul for an easy way out of that

but no damage done, damn it, the world isn't flat

the best moments are always the most eccentric and distorted

and there's no beauty without some eccentric proportions

and this may get it wrong

but as long as you know what i mean

don’t stop the music  /it’s okay to go crazy when you dance

it’s no problem, the only problem is in your mind

sometimes you just havta to break down and take a chance

bring down the horse and leave it all out on the floor

and that’s the variable that summons the singularity

leaves with you and me, hand in hand, through that door

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