Come Catch Me.

the pigeon is mistaken

for the dove and

world peace results

from imperfections.

loose definitions,

of morality.

insecurity 

in love.

and in reality.

all the brains

they turn to fuzz

and copy each other,

glare at one another,

give in to the mother,

of none.

sacrifice their sanctity.

confusion stems

from similarity.

one plus one 

equals three.

don’t climb a tree

because you’ll fall

climb a tree

because you won’t.

being precedes essence

as essence leads to error

and all the static

disappears.

a three by three

stack of TVs

tuned to channel one.

& made by god.

he may love me,

no one will know.

our pyramid schemes

are built of snow

not sand,

reserved for our sand castles

by the shore.

i spend my daze

looking through mazes

of colors

and blank spaces.

trying to find 

the language

between the lines.

no one is watching

and everyone is.

you’re already dead.

everything matters,

and nothing does.

you’ve been alive

since the beginning

of forever.

i’d like to learn

the meaning of

incompetence.

romanticize my mind

and dye my hair

a color only ghosts can see.

so i can hear,

their siren calls

and fade away.

I cannot speak.

I cannot breath.

I cannot dream.

of what's lost or won

no one will win

The Game.

were forced to play

thirteen trains float away

with my thoughts

and all the clocks

tick two.

forgetting all their memories

as time continues

whirling and looping 

in circles

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tock.

You're it.