Am I woke or am I
pretending to be
Someone deeper than all
the leaves of The Giving Tree

The times we facing
leaves us shaken
Vodka pressed with depression
I'm guessing that we are always waiting

I'm saying, you probably
got your jollies
being a rancher
Herding jewels watermelon
everything that they answered

Electronic dancers
with the moves that
are robotic
The irony of it all
as you fear the technologic

I was so Daft
when it came to
my Punky Brewster
Less stylish than I
but he seems to be
a better suitor

Though world renowned
all I ever get from
you is frowns
Just want you to know
that, in the end,
I'm still down

In this GhostTown,
yes, I'm still down
Love is Love
and we could still
capture Pet Sounds

I'm just flowing, annoying
I'm just glowing and showing
the necessary components
that leaves a moment's notice

A moment's notice
we can't control it
I wrote this in the middle
of Chicago's winter coldness

Alone, I stare at a temple
transformed to retail
A woman yells "Yi Bai Kuai"
for whatever she sells

Drinking at The Monk
my local watershed
Facebook helps me know my
imaginary friends
are all up
in my head

Institutionalized
due to my Beautiful Mind
I really hope that my
replacement is a
suitable find

We become artifact
by accident
As I abandon ship
with the manuscript

My gift to you is
the poems that he
could never write
The Glamorous Life
the dance night
under Neon lights

I got your email in May
but I think that you're
running away
That's moving on for some
that's why I gotta pray

That's why I gotta stay
positive and respectful
I have nothing to lose
when you see my image
as resentful

These were our winter days
These were my sinner ways
These were our dinner dates
Hamburgers with the parfaits

I'm giving up the money
and the Shanghai nights
for the family tree
and the hope to back
you up in my life

No backups in this life
disappearing without a notice
Though short-lived
our moments like you
were gorgeous

You told me "Live My Dreams,"
well, all I dream is about "U"
For All Your Forevers
until January Blooms

When January Blooms...

Maybe, I'll find you again...
Can we at least be friends...
As expected, there's only silence...
And I accept it...
I accept it...

But I'm still dreaming...