alex koi

Overrun the clock

No more 305 cruising.

The interstate was blocked by smoke too thick to see.

When the forest hits the fire

There’s no gasp.

Just empty amphitheater

Empty amphitheater

Empty amphitheater. 

Empty amphitheater. 

Where is the crowd? I have been right here.

I dreamt of family. 

You promised us these better things.

There’s no more chance to fall in love, not for me.

I’ll just keep on walking. 

The day the earth was scorched, 

The silver lake showed the gemini. 

White-flag sewn together by my thousand friends who did warn me about you.

Where are you now?

You’re pulled away but I’m still pulled to you

Your gravity is soft

Mine is centrifugal

Hangs onto someone hanging on to you

Who can’t love fast enough

I would help it if I could

Make the Itch less sharp and cruel

What were elastic ties

Had become velcro connection our shoulders

This flimsy adhesion,

A trust that neither one would want to stray too far.

But when we breathe rebirth

In springtime air,

Our lungs expand so wide to pull the fastener away.

My body won’t stand to be ignored

Though we were so original

Apologize is not resolved

No return to my guardian embrace.

This Itch at last will be forgot

Sharing our parts

Sharing our parts

Never have I hurt like burning

Long time for soul to be missing

Sharing our parts

Sharing our parts

Maybe silence is right.

Maybe silence is right.

Silence is right.

Silence is right.

You’re a victim,

Though a future seer

Who can look up,

Sing morals up and down.

But you cannot breathe in the nighttime,

You cannot breathe in the day

Your eyes scream, “make me alive”.

Yearn to tease out the sadness

So it won’t flicker in the madness of your

Darkest every day.

You believe in it,

but it won’t get you better at all

It slides like ash to ignite your veins.

You have me

You have me

Trust me on this one

Trust me on this, love.

Yearn.

Yearn to tease out.

[You wreck it every time I got it off

You pull me in and that’s a sign that’s toxic love.]

So it won’t, won’t flicker in the madness

So [Is it enough to want to make this right?]

It won’t [when you emasculate the operation signal]

Won’t flicker in the madness [the stop light would only start to beep when I’m around]

So [but you still confuse the optimizing vitals]

it won’t [I need, I can lead but you keep the truth from me]

Won’t flicker in the madness

Of your darkest every, every, every, every, every, every day.

But only the arms bearer could carry his banner or standard in the age of Chivalry

The Cross of Saint George

The Lion of Saint Mark

Saint Peter with his Keys

Saint Paul with his Books

Saint George Slaying A Dragon

but only the arms bearer could carry his banner or standard.

This sounds like running around

You’ll feel bad on Monday

for being so damn impressive.

Even if I’m strong it’s like I’m standing on a wagon

It’s that bad feeling that can’t have an answer but always shows up.

It’s that time of year to be alone.

Even if I’m strong I’m falling in and out of balance

Mm, must be that time of year to be alone.

You squeezed your tongue

so smooth that it keyed any lock,

steeled as an unyeilding memory walker

finding eternal company with

the children of children who memorize and memorize and memorize

your folklore by flashcard.

This sounds like running around

You’ll feel bad on Monday

for being so damn impressive.

Even if I’m strong it’s like I’m standing on a wagon

It’s that bad feeling that can’t have an answer -

Must be that time of year to be alone.

Even if I’m strong I’m falling in and out of balance

Mm, must be that time of year to be alone.

Inky gossiper gallops across pages,

History remembering its famous faces,

but here, now, there is no pen,

and your children’s children will not recognize them.

There’s a Leak In the Shielding

once the forest claims back its sword, sworn of

Saturn’s secrets

none smooth tongue can hope to

unlock anymore.

There’s a leak in the shielding.

Nurse Geraldine

found us here

making funny faces at the night.

And when we laugh - we laugh the same.

Final sky, come back inside when you are ready.

Mary, may I be your friend?

Watching all your bubbles burst and tears try to swim, to swim, to swim.

Water flows under the bridge

Time to sink our differences

Mourning with our eyes completely wide

If you don’t mind I have one thing I’d like to ask you now:

When you look in the mirror?

Do you see an animal not a man?

Do you bend the knee, believe it?

In a silent valley, your the sound in quicksand?

Cause we share blood in a holy mystery

Your Eternal is coming, I’ll be listening. Send the answer back to me, send the answer back to me.

Mary, may I be your friend?

Watching all your bubbles burst and tears try to swim, to swim, to swim.

I hear you say you’re afraid of the dark in that chill that I get when I listen for you.

So I swim out to where the water hits my breast and I, make you laugh by the light of the moon.

Did you get your answer? Out there with the astronauts? You say, “We laugh the same. We laugh the same. See you in the morning in satellite. See you in the morning in satellite.”

Floral smells in the air

so my antennas guide the sugar on my mind.

How cool - I can carry ten times my weight on my body.

There’s a marigold right over there – I’m tryin’ to get to.

But watch out for Robin, watch out for Robin.

And I’m out to get to

and I’m traveling to

I’m about to move.

I’m trying to get to

cause I wanna reach you

gotta gotta get through

so I’ll walk right over to it

I’m spotted by his glassy eye

“Who said you could come trespassing on my side of the garden?”

Robin says,“Where’s your proof?”

Can’t I get back over to my side of the Garden?

While the humans drink lemonade, Robin’s flying around.

He’s gonna watch me up high.

I feel him over my head like a zombie or a drone or a mountain

Look. Please. happier then since the air cleared up?

Aren’t we happier since the air cleared up?

So I move in on in

and I’m gravitating

I wish I levitated

but I’m locked in on it

got the pheromone scents on it.

and the soil’s got a crunch and I’m

feeling kinda groovy up to my marigold flower

Look! Robin! Is still out!

Robin! Still spying down!

Who says I’m trespassing onto your side of the Garden?

Who says I can’t be where I wanna be, where I wanna get to

and make a home.

Since my decision

To run course in my life

I made you a promise

To be your light

Since my decision

To bury worry in the ground

To which all goodness flows

And cursive clouds bow down

I wanna show you.

I wanna show you.

Cause there’s bad luck -

When sprout catches stone.

Harsh operator

Or Dangerous flood

So here’s good luck -

A blossom in snow.

Cause we brought flowers

And I made you a crown.

I made you a crown.

A crown x4

Marry My Bones.

Earth is screaming

out toward the belly of its farthest star

she arises

Queen Ghost speaks, lulls his terror.

Floats up to Elysian Fields and carries the message.

Let your light shine

Let your light shine

Automatic when truth is moving out.

Virtues shake hands here.

With the warm fuzz of expectation, hurried the baker’s children - ran into the woods.

Limbs elastic, hair static electricity frantic just to see

Queen Ghost speak:

“You are an oak tree,

feet planted in the ground.

Every birthday, cursive clouds bow down

to hand you a new ring.

Every version with age saves as flesh around your childhood skin.

Like something around

Something around something

Around moving something around…”

In Hot Clocks of time, the baker's children stayed until the snow fell.

And became several years older.

But their faces laughed the same - Earth is a man and a child too!

Queen Ghost speaks

she arises.

Looks up with soft eyes across her elysian field.

Watered well the roses.

Says goodbye to the soil and

scoops up the children, now frozen.

Remembers the plan, shakes virtues hand and

carries the message to Earth’s

farthest star.

A violent adjective

Wanted a receipt.

Bit my cheek inside

When you kissed me again.

All this bleeding love

Had me for sometime.

Used to drip heartbreak

Now I’m ready to return it.

Words we shared then

Needed a better friend.

Hoped it would be you.

An angry adjective

Wanted a receipt

In case there was a chance to

reunite what’s lost.

All this bleeding love

Had me for sometime

Used to drip heartbreak

Now I’m ready to return it.

Bad words withheld

Tried to keep us friends

Now I’m in my big new city

Shrug at sour language like that.

Where does it start? The intention of the letters was the shiniest thing that I ever borrowed.

The way we talk - to draw attention to the intention of the letters was the shiniest thing I -

Put on my heart - the intention of the letters was the shiniest thing that I ever borrowed.

It follows - the intention of the letters was the shiniest thing in my new new city

I wrote them all down, kicked them off the Brooklyn Bridge.

Then, to be unbothered, I am reborn.