Dye it black,As Stones demanded.Major Depression;Hanging Upon Our Shoulders,Like Atlas Or Sisyphus.Some know my true facsimile -In Talos.Unlike others,Always been at peace with oblivion itself.Ready for annihilation,Every second of every day.Carrying mass;Of stars & black holes.
Supervillain Plans To Save The World.Dry retching at this sudden cost,Of defeating almost every hero.Suddenly it's responsibility!"Noblesse Oblige."What horrid fate for the Evil!Who wanted to conquer my universe -Yet forced to squat on one floating rock.Helping others dodge Darwin Awards…
Bear?Femboy?Keep your silly titles.My painted black nails,& shaved body,Aren't sex objects to gawk at.My Non Binary Identity -Is the realm of cryptids from beyond time.Infinite Void.Thousand terrifying things;Skittering in the dark.My identity is not your fantasy.Nor should it be.
Goodnight Void.Tonight,In these minutes past midnight -Take me slowly.Quell failed attempts,At triggering lucid dreaming,With blessed black dreamlessness.Blink & Then Morning.Or give me a beautiful femme -Aesthetic Beauty,To kiss,To hold,Aware it's my own subconscious;Me, Myself, & I.
My hands are at times,As much dead skin,As living.Calluses & the white double growths,Of necrosis.It all makes sense,You see:We're ourselves ecosystems -Multicelled existences,Biotic cultures of tract, sinus, or jaw.Split.Divide.Mitosis.Meiosis.Back & forth,Until worms take the rest.
Evil Base Instincts.Same ones that got us,Brought us,Here.Malignant Covert Narcissists.Abusive Gaslighting Parents.Neglected Children.Neglected Youth.How couldn't we turn out wrong?What,Baba?You thought being the first to get degrees,Of bloodlines,Would matter?Monster Playing Dress Up.
Justice,I've learned over the decades,Is a word often repeated,But mostly in hollow tones.One sided interpretations,Subject to follies of a system.Or:Bias of those who interpret such disciplines.Underdog Riots.Anarchist Block Parties.Punk Mosh Faux Pas.Fuck thy "Justice."I've my own.
Today -Need take it slow.Bake Bread With Rosemary,Salt,Walk for hours in the sun.Acid reflux,Reminding me of my frail Humanity.Fatigue & twelve hour sleeps,Another lesson.Remaining Weak,Swollen,When The Monk Need Have Control.Self Care.My Own Brands Of Meditation,Opposite Of Normal.
Goodnight,Void.In changing genders;True androgyny.After singularity frees me from biology.Manufactured selves,Swapping around at will.Puppet two at once!Dissociative pasts,Where we piloted our own puppets of meat -Through trauma & abuse.Void?Promise me.If I can defeat mortality…Can -
Thing repeated to old pupils,As Mantra:"It's Never Too Late."Lax due dates,Preferring best work -Even day report card marks were due.Offer opportunity.Redemption.Experiences For Growth.Gifting nothing but good faith,& benefit of doubt.Traits shared.My old man;Their origin.Protege,Eh?
Chaingun Fisticuffs,Old Taekwondo Movesets.Wrestling learned by father -Two on one.Odd scrap taught more.Death,Other things.Somebody died each year.Watching caskets of former students,Running by funeral gatherings -Headphones going,Sunglasses on.Guilty.Hurt.Worse.Mourning Potentials.
Fresh Meat!Grinder's Ready.Reducing cryptids to pieces.For all our sacred anomalous natures,We couldn't warp Reality enough,Through those anchors.Becoming food as much as minor deities.Be it Jotnar,Or Skinchangers,Long Pigs demand a feast!Our magic,Slurped up for power!Infinite Energy.Prey.
These Witching Hours,Where Witches Craft -Which Witches Are Prone To Do!Weaving spells in pitch black caverns,Bogs,Ancient forests.Chicken-legged huts,& mansions.Roaring & Singing At Moon,Like Wildling Bush Youth.Secular,Evoking Zeitgeist.If I'm to be best,Metaphor Must Become Magic.
Prompt Me:Provide Me.Does thy curiosity,Demand investigation?Do my dark halls of historical horrors,Entice you?Or do you just want my brain?Savant or quant;To use & abuse?Been there,Suffered that.Exhausted with being one of the smartest,In any given room.Where are my peers?Rivals?
Bureaucracy.Fickle controls of the nation state.Careful Social Engineering,Meticulous policy & procedures.Dislike Nation States,Almost as much as geopolitics.But still coerced under a flag."Not American."Somehow worth more in present -Than past.Fearful of corruption,Contagion,Worse.
Paper Cranes.Paper Pinwheels.Origami,Reminding me of my brief pasts in forestry.Fiber.Wood.Pulped down into components,Changing form as needed.Yet my Poems,Rarely touch paper.As an artist,I live in an entirely digital world.Blinking cursors.Mechanical Keyboards.Touch Screen Literature.
Little Witches,Little Witches!Little Wishes,Little Liches! I'll hold thy tiny hands,In mine.Walk together towards tomorrow. I'll be your shield.Become thy sword.Martyr in some sense of the word. For the little ones?I'd burn entire empires to the ground.Anything to promise them a future.
Waiting Room Purgatory.Testing Even Legendary Patience.Typing Poems Feverishly,Thrown upon piles.Ensuring Mythos,With This Infinite Creation,Dribbling from my cracked lips.Playing Ancient Mariner,Sinking canines deep into my own flesh.Slake Thirst.Cry Warning.Never fear.I'm still here.
Weave Spells Of Boons?Are you high?Do I look like a White Witch?Italian cauldrons,Full of pasta?Wiccan Healing?No.Secular Black Magic.Atheist Witch.Fuck Gardner & His Wicca -Bigoted Homophobic Bastard.I come from Slavic Folk Tales,Of Baba Yaga.Sans eating children -Of course. 》《
Central:Fictional Sci Fi Mockery Of Real Life.Three Factions:Fascist Dictatorship.Oligarchical Faux Democracy.True Democracy Freedom Fighters.Parodies of Politics,Governments,More.My pen is cruel.My words are crueler.Always played role of mirror:To reflect others,Back upon themselves.