Twenty four arms, black and void
all from my center writhing,
While unknowable electric pulses
center in my spine And,
towering tall, grotesque in might,
Unfairly thriving I drink deeply,
my skin laps up blist'ring sunlight
and it tastes ambrosial sweet so

“Calliope says practice magic,
But I’m not a clockwork toy;
I know what sorrow befalls men
who walk that fruitless path of toil”,

Worst temps of the year on valentines day
Get a lung-load of that cold Feb-ru-Air, Eh?
Nothing sexy like systemic asthma triggers
Winds so brisk they set alveoli a-shiver
“So bleak, like my heart, it’s omenic” they say

Nevermind that we’re stuck in the ass end of winter

Tell me about this weathered wax slice
Warped by the light of the radiant sun
Let me tickle my nose with its faded sleeves dust
Big breath and motes waltz all around the room

Manic pixie nightmare girl
eats your dreams and taints your world
with black and crispy twisty hopes
silken ties that knot like ropes
around your neck
She’s something special
Machiavelli’s secret vessel…

Mister Robin, fat and feathered,
Hopping in the back yard
Bright of breast but dull of eye
Boasting proudly that he’s spry
Plumb with beetle, worm, and larvae
Thinks he’s the King of the garden

I can walk across campus
And nobody smiles
Maybe they’re lonely?
Maybe they’re tired?

My dad gets gout-
Bet I get it too
Because I love meat and grain based booze
And to stroll all day til my toes are sore
Then to fuck and eat and drink some more

Adipose monster suit
Gaiman’s other father
Growing quiet right into my flesh
Trying to bubble over
Sinks it’s tiny little claws in

Your advice is “don’t be clever”?
Well, that’s all I can be.
“Just state your intent clearly”
Lines molten inside me.
Too quick to crystallize, they harden

What frozen chill grows in this silence
Cuts through, cut-throat, tinged with violence
Here’s to the ice-edged knife!
My tongue stuck
To piteous idol of nihilismus

asking how to make you smile's like
asking clouds how to make them rain
they do not know, they could not care,
and frankly there's no way but waiting

I'm bored of nature metaphors!
Give me a goddamn violin
or some weird suede boots
Or a wild red train
or a creepy dancing mannequin!

Do you think anything original?
A hundred gems of wisdom
Plucked from other people’s
Pens and strings

Lead meet occiput
Make fast friends, 1k/ps
leads to such fleet ends

What a fine silver ribbon
of silk in the moonlight!
What an enchanting shine!
What a sweet sterling smile,
A slice of excitement,
A quivering thrill of delight!

Something tender, soft, and golden
Pale spark blossoms with the moon
Butt’ry Spiral, Just unwinding
To a sweetly whispered tune

surfing through ; It's kind of like
fat paintbrushes all dipped in white
then dappled over wave and hill an'
crushed against the rising sky.

If I discard my dreams, to my surprise my load feels lighter
without the blinder of my goals the path I walk glows slightly brighter