Sometime Post Ego Death -Two or three at least.We grow jaded,Whilst more self aware than ever before.Knowing Nirvana,Shangri La,Oneness With Universe,Across a dozen methodologies.Yet Trying To Balance Worlds,Upon Thy Shoulders.Enlightenment comes to me best,In Madness.Others,Meditation.
Life Pro Tip:Drink from mugs,Porcelain steins or cups,Containers you can freezer,Half filled -Water or other Liquids,Becoming…Ice cube half on the bottom,For when you pour fresh chilled juice,Or pop atop.Popsicle ice cubing,With more frozen fruit,Or berries,For additional delights.
Antler on the lawn,Gathered as totem.Kept in my care for decades -Long after the buck himself is dead.Allosaurus fossil fragments,Conch shells from Oahu.Unsharpened ornamental seppuku blade,From a night market.Old wooden feather pins,Via speaking at a potlatch,Wind chimes,Dreamcatchers,~
Doing anything to stem the tide.Fighting for mere survival.When did we all become rats,In this maze? … Survivor's guilt in spades.Writhing in our own skin.So many dead men we've mourned. … Standing alone is fairly normal.Few can ever truly help us anyways.Our war is our own. …
Like ribbons,Kaleidoscopes of energy.String Theory Against The Threads Of Fate.Appreciating colour -For it is fleeting at best,In a predominantly cold dark Universe.Stars in full spectrum of flames -White luminosity,Playing different colors,Through atmospheres.Yellow,Orange,Pink,Blue.Grey.
Enough.Stop.Cease.Emerge into sunlight -To make your wakings real.Weaving curses of protection,A little before brunch.Witch in overcompensations,When the rest are mostly cattle.Slack jawed gapings,Unable to grasp -Even an iota of your knowing.Wisdom is accumulated.Foolishness is innate.
Fuck awards.Fuck titles.Just more fucking things,To throw on the pile.Refuse critiques of anybody else,Whilst I've been working years in isolation.Who the fuck are you,To play critic to my work?Claim mastery,Superiority,Over me?Keep your titles.Fuck your awards.Refuse to play that game.
Waltzing towards finish line,To take the podium as second.Taking time to enjoy the journey,Not the end point.Remember:Quit writing for a decade,Because I listened to the negative talk,Of fools.In reality,Such impossible goals?They were rather achievable,After all.So I'm enjoying myself,See?
Slavemaster Brouhaha;Taking hands in penance,Nailing them to the wall -Until slimy & grey.Showing…What happens to those who see others,As tools,Or weapons,Not Humans.Genetics be damned.Melanin as a marker?Singularity doesn't care.Transhumanist Dreamings,As we hack our slavers to bits.
Sunshine Morbidities -Roadkill rotting in the sun,All full of maggots,In cycles of life.Sustenance pulled from other lifeforms,Plant Or Meat.Maximize my materials, Use every last piece for good. UV Radiation,From a ball of Nuclear Fusion -Eating Hydrogen,Then Helium.Death.Life.In One.
Bodies dangling by necks,From weathered nooses.Necks tilted,In breaks or asphyxiations.Stunted visages of life -Brought low,Left to rot in wind & rain & sun,As grim warning.Such is the work of tyrants.Ideal prey,For a monster that eats monsters,Like me.Guillotines For Billionaires.
The Hunt Is On.Stenches of blood in water,& air.Artist.Poet.Chasing skeletons.Only rivals I've got.Empty hollow sockets -Brains, selves, long decayed.Pursuing the ghosts that flee,From the drumming of my Infinite Creation.Digging up their bones;To gloat over coffee.My Skeleton Tea Party.
Light piano notes,Like a cat doddering across keys.Proximity:Approximate.Hypocrisy:Locked in.Slow hours,Slow days,Slow months,Slow years,Slow decades,Slow centuries,Slow millennia.Maybe,Stay with me.These piano notes aren't real.Just another half remembered song or tune,Rattling around in our heads.
Perhaps,Slaps across my face,Lace up my sutures.Pain for healing -Like correcting broken bones,Without surgery,Twisting & slotting fractured pieces.Putting me back together,Like contortionists.Say "stay."I'll stay.Fray or Riot.Fie,It tends to lose shape.That's rich.Just stitch me up.
Sunsong,Moonsong,Doesn't really matter.Praying to beauty of nature,A la Astrophysics.Mass,Density,Volume.Worship of gravity,Rituals of spacetime.Bridging ancient black magic,With modern Empirical Method.This is my fire;With which to fight fires.My Religion;To fight other Religions.
Goodnight, Void.Let's drift together -Beyond Boote's Void.Towards some distant Event Horizon,One of the last black holes to ever die.But alas,I'm mortal.You're Heat Death.Finite matter,Finite energy.I know you'll be so damn alone,At the end of all things.In that cold black eternal abyss.
There's holes in my bucket,Dear Liza.Pygmalion Complex ablaze -Turn me from parody,To Victorian Noble.Lumberjack becomes most prolific poet.Or is it packs of lies,Divorced from literal reality?Spilling through rusted cracks,Or holes.Fate of many an old wheelbarrow;Like us.Moved entire...
PYGMALION COMPLEXES:knowledge & truthStopped being many things,Possibly leaning into some possibilities.What use has the world,For a broken savant?Hybrid of an ancient age.Lumberjack writing phone poetry,Atop mountains,Gazing across entire valleys.Granite & Conifers.Who Have I Become?who
When we speak real fast,Slang Tongues -In contractions or slurrings,Vowel changes or diphthongs.Enough root Latin in the mix,To know most romance bases at least.Logger talk,Full of disgusting slurs -From misogyny,To racism.A sordid dialect.Yet simple slang,Colloquialism slurry,Lives on.
Tonight,I'm grateful.For inversions of fate;We made for ourselves.Fighting Fate -Warping & Twisting Destiny Itself,Through any black magic,We can manage.Putting Yaga to shame,As Matriarch.Stealing slang names,Used for great grandmothers.You know what this is like.Fortitudine.All this.