IRON SPINE.

Bulletproof

          Like hardwood

          Like white thoughts

                   Sounds that don’t make sound.

           When the front door opens but no one comes in.

Let us dance to the Crescent Moon and make friends on the way.

With a backpack full of books and a heart for of roses, the stars show us the way.

                   I wish I was able to set fire to things with my mind,

Like the thoughts that paint the walls of my brain, there once lived a moose.

                   Where the days feel like winter and your mother’s hug reminds me of

January. When the tongue of your lover has been sitting upon the pavement.

                             Like marble tile love, like bubble gum water.

                        Bring the saints, and bring your sorrows- The King Will be HERE Soon.