LONG HAIR

crop circles baby blue
eyes on man
in wet skull

feel the wheat fall
heavy nuggets of gold
aware of it's worthlessness

sink ship
next to desert island
or me

i never could be anything
other than a young boy
i hope

there were smashed pears
on the sidewalk
last year

i hate the winter
freezing to death
nothing but dark and liquor

is there really an ocean
can i surf
anywhere

look up and take a picture
of me flying
long rope of hair around my neck

don't blink
i am going to vanish
at cloud height

keep going i guess
through waves of drunk moon air
inbetween my teeth

i can feel you somewhere below
walking around
making shapes with your distance

and i'm going
lost in the world's wilderness
or else a space for my body shape