Lest Gauges Drop,Across These Dusty Gallows.T'were desolation that called us home.Very root of madness:To have no home -Yet beset by constant calls,Voices all screaming in unison inside . our heads . Cull the rich.Free the enslaved.A Cartoon Supervillain.Jesting Jestering Fool.
Nay,Can't be replicated.Only one such chimera -In Exacting Hybrid Existences.Ragged black paint,Threadbare upon these nails.Shredded as was our history.Refuse to set the world on fire,No matter how much it has hosted those -Who have mistreated us.Cruel,Callous Hearts.Shriven Cowards.
Try Your Rituals,In Attempts To Seal Me For Another Thousand Years.Prolonging A Herald Of Apocalypse,Does Not Forestall Said Apocalypse.Merely deprives the innocent,Of any herald whatsoever.Don't even get warnings to run,Before burning to cinders.How cruel."Cackle For A Madman."Fools,We.
Old Ladies,Sitting together on the back balcony,In the sun.Wind blowing through the dappled deciduous trees.Wind chimes softly ringing,Dull gongings,To softest tinkles.One -Mind's gone.Other -On her way,Perhaps.Madness Is As Madness Does,As Was."But Some Times Just Because."Fools,We.
This is a discordant melody,Only you can hear.No two the same,Mine conjured differently,From yours.Let it linger in thy guts,Festering like nerve gas.Retching up Bleach & Ammonia,After drinking Mustard Gas.What does yours sound like,I ponder?Mine?Faint wind chimes,I'll tell only that.
Goodnight,Void.Goodnight.& again.& again.Until I can't anymore.Foolish Old Lady,I Am.Dreaming of utopias,Despite my long legacy of darkness.When my last candle is extinguished,Perhaps then,My bones can play home -Ribcage as rafters,Spine as roofing.My silly little stories,As myths.
New Strangers?Or Old Ones?As silverback -Picking at grass to munch.Ignoring shenanigans.Most Humans know not to piss them off.But I'm a Non Binary Cryptid.Just an outer husk;Only the shell of a Human remains.Broken Clauses,Fractured Syntax.No stranger is foolish enough to rile me,Surely?
Drinking No Brandy At 12am On A Thursday.Where Old Allusions -Fall flat like soda pop.Scholars don't know I exist,Much less that my existence,Is such!California Sober.As Per The Willie Nelson Song.Old "Salaryman Blues.""Morris Stegosaurus,"Crashed on my couch.Maybe knew old girlfriends.
Goodnight Void.'Ere Midnight Comes,This Old Crone,Some Baba,Lone Witch.Fuck Covens.Anarchists Always Fight For Freedom.Best Praxis We Can,To Uplift All Downtrodden.My Blood Curse -Isn't Enough.Swimmin' Downstream,'Gainst Nine Billion Salmon.Trying to get back to the ocean.Never spawn.
Big Brother?Only Child;These Days.Alone -Only Me Left Now.Regardless Of Former Histories,Of Dead Selves,Or Slander Against My Scorned Names.I REMAIN.CLANLESS.namelessAs Hermit Gurus're Wont To Do.Yoda fucked off to Dagobah,To live in a swamp.Why should my summit peaks,Be so retch-ed?
Perhaps Not Politesse -Faux Pas;As t'were.Walking Into Every Room -In Company Of Dozens.Haunting Each Home,As We Roam.Dearest Companions -Lost Comrades -A Slough Of Dead Men.Slewn.Shrive Answers Beyond Ones I Offer -Sudden Blood Curse Upon Your Head!My Infinite Hunger -Leering.Pressed Tight...
They ain't dead,'til you are.Maybe that's a simple wisdom,Before I disappear into the dark.Carrying them on tethers,From your heart to theirs.Dragging them along with you as witnesses,The comforts of one's flock of ghosts.Monuments To Madness.That's All I Offer Beyond That.Only Ghosts.
Tonight;Eulogy For Billy.Deserves One Hell A Good Epitaph.Seventeen,Stupid,Picking Him Up For Work From The Rez.Outta Prison,Speaking Wisdom.Heart To Hearts,As we hefted literal boulders together -Clambering upon belts.Watched me take a rusty spike covered in heavy metals -To my gut.
Forget The Rest.Here.Now.Not Decades Back,Picking Rocks From Woodwaste On Conveyor Belts.Literally picking fucking stones.William is dust.Bradburne looms darkly.My Crooked Yellow Grins,Lighting Up The Void.Same Entropy I bid goodnight,for everRepetition In Milliseconds:Present.A Gift.
Devil You Know,I'm Not A Devil You Don't.Pluck Away Down In Georgia -Crossroads Runs Back To My Corpse.Kept crawling from my grave,Even as they shoveled in dirt.Kept slurring Oxford Commas in Splices,Settling upon favouring them nonetheless.American Spellings Be Damned.Gonna do what I want.
Last Dance?So seldom,Yet still a thing I love.Forgetting who we are,just moving for a while.Sweat in buckets,Succumb to our dopamine deficit for a while.Music In One Clenched Palm.Raw Jagged Motion In Another.Jokes About Chocolate & Peanut Butter -Handing out tropes & archetypes,for free
Told You What Beautiful Sadness Was,Years Ago.Public.In Writing.Can You Blame Me?I'm waltzing alone,At the end of the world.Hermit Guru: Ballet-toeing my granite edges.How many times,Sitting on edge of oblivion?Legs kicking back & forth,Arms crossed behind my head.Mountain Origins,Lost.
World's Ending.Trendlines.Graph Paper.Got No Time,For Dipshit Kin,Or Foolish Strangers.If Slang Crude Be True,To Mine Own Self Be Slew.Crooked Write Angles,Ninety Degrees Wrong.Still See The Universe As Atoms.You're Still Involved Within The Former.Impress Me;Or Abscond,Motherfuckers.
Cackling At Grindset Culture,As If I Haven't Lived Five Times In Exponentials,What Normal Folk Do.Living & Dying Faster Than The Rest.White Hairs,Bald Head,My Patchwork Mazes Of Scars.Tattoos Butchered In Rock & Gravel -To Wrinkles At My Eyes & Cheeks When I Smile.You've No. Fucking....
Lapses in divinity,I hath forgiven less.But cannot ever match the kill count,Of the gods.Abrahamic,Nor pantheon.Fie,Immortals.With your power?I'd have already gifted them utopia.You're better off dead,Buried.Your followers freed from ignorance.Gifted knowledge.