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.
Pity.Due to genetic lotteries,I remain aloof,From general populations.Clever,But strange.Odd in unsettling ways.Most folk dislike our aura.Uncomfortable discomfort;Around us neurodivergents.So I'll likely remain,Hermit Guru,Isolated artist,Until I die.Loneliness isn't so bad,Though.
Failing to kill myself once or twice,Left long white scars.Cresting around my heart,Until forced to reckon with my mortality.Teenage Poet -When dying was better than living.Now,I'll fight tooth & nail,To live.Hard Knuckle Tactics -Towards every extra second I can scrape.180 Degrees. )()(
Call.Perhaps I'll answer.Emerging from the endless inky depths,In gouts of displaced water.Tsunami Warnings.Fake Earthquakes.Rising above the water pressure,Of entire seas,Oceans,Weighted blankets -Beyond Absolute Zero of Space.An excess of something,To drown out my infinite nothing.
Ticking.Tocking.Ripping grandfather clocks apart,With bare hands.Chiming every hour -Until sanity's all gone.Chinese water torture,Versus waterboarding.As if our own penance,We scribed,Wasn't worse."The Infinite Deconstruction Of The Self."Clocks?Ego Death;In the form of constant ritual.
Listen.High pitched whines,Of electricity.Flowing in our walls & appliances.Smelling the air,Catching whiffs of smoke or skunk.Wringing hands,As we use incisors to bite off our dead flesh,Chewing nails to bloody quick.Human Body,Creaking & cracking,Popping & snapping.Braincage Prisons....
Trapped,Within solemn caskets of flesh.Drowning ourselves,With golden,Liquid honey.Viscosity filling our lungs.Pumping it through our arteries,Preserving ourselves in partiality.Bone mongers,Death peddlers,Endbringers.Clawing at our skin,To let us out.Tearing at our eyes,Unto Eternity.
Cruelty Is Passe.Ugly work of tyrants,Kings,Monarchs.Those whom use fear:Both tool -Plus weapon.Used to call me cruelest,Of all.My pretty words,Cutting deep into muscle fibers,Of thy hearts.Do you think I enjoy despair?Disgusting.Crave laughter.Smiles.After such a dark, sordid past.
Ugly Truths.Why else do you think,They usually come from me?Ugly Person,Ugly Truths.That's usually been the case.Then they hire much more palatable actors,To play you in some biopic -Because Hunchback Of Notre Dame,Or Ugly Ducklings,Only sell one or twice.They want novelty,Not fact.
Power belongs to nobody.Hear me Little Witches;That's always been the point.Punk Witchcraft -Using Blood Curses,Hexes,Fueled by agony & suffering -We bottled decades ago.Finally!A chance to use it!Evil for good.Good for evil.Ten thousand shades of grey,Between parallel lines.NOBODY.