located in the north part of the soul, where the wind blows away dark thoughts, people sink their feet in the sand, eat lots of chocolate and nobody minds the rain.

someone to blame

the clocks are sorry, the clocks are very sad


i would put my heart in twenty thousand tiny jars

and surgically remove the axons that allowed

the twenty thousand thoughts of you to make their way

i would wipe out all non-mechanical attempts to breathe,

the craving for twenty thousand things that aren’t right,

the twenty thousand twinkles in your eyes, the smiles

and all the words that didn’t mean that much