Spirit Human

Your world is a green one,
everyday life sprinkled in the wind.
I wonder where you've gusted off to now,
I wonder what people
have had the pleasure
of feeling that verdant rush.
You're life between the books,
these books of poems
I've thrown your way;
a time for reflection and relaxation,
a time for growth, and
spirit.

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I can't go to bed without
thinking something profound,
and I can't wake up without
having a nightmare.
There's nothing scary about my profundity
and nothing profound about my nightmares.
They just co-exist, kinda
like we do.
I'll be profound, you'll be a nightmare,
I don't even know who you is
I'm just looking to wake up.

Christian Slater is not dead

And I'm having bad dreams about friends
again.
If I had a dime for every time I had one of these
and made a movie out of each of them
then I'd have a lot of dimes.
It's just a Cantopop weekend
but just because 梅艷芳 is dead
doesn't mean she really is.
She's alive to me.
In fact, she's every bit as alive as Christian,
it's me who's dead,
dead in a dream with the
written word lying
by my side