Legacies Of Lived Time:The web hosting,Of the 2nd most prolific poet in history,Is done by her old roomie.Watching them struggle now -Just to change hosting.My site gone to whitescreen oblivions.Millions of words wiped out in days.But hey -Least my email still works,Right?Silver linings!
Goodnight, Void.May This Winter Rain -Bring Soon Hopeful Blankets Of White.Proof We Can Hope,That It Isn't Too Late.City Shuts Down.Fine By Me.Poems Simply Flow In Endless Soliloquy.You motherfuckers hardly even see -Some fraction of it!Lost Lines.Lost Hearts.Lost Selves.Lost Words.
Pygmalion Complexes Ablaze:Kaio Ken x500.Weaving Might Into Magic.Dragging Alliteration Across Allusion -Nails On Chalkboards. this world is minealways has beenbut its yours tooalways has been Drag you all forwards by one heel,Even if I can't prove anything. Tip Of The //Spear\ Railgun.
Triple Ones,In Mornings.When Starting Poetry At Our Ends. Old Wyrm Thrives & Writhes In Glee.Void Cocoon Pulsing Radiowaves,Across The Stars. Love still exists,Even if in us old amab queers -Non Binaries making us well,Thriving in Poetry Dates,& Coffee Chats. Logger To Legend,Eh...
Who knows.Maybe a hosting change fucks it all.Only a Google Drive.Full of poems.Thousands Deep.Website a mess of broken code.Left with what I started.Hopes & Dreams.Told to dream real small.Force multipliers;In exponents of around thirty.No proof anymore,"Second Most" of jack shit all.
Perhaps Pause,This frenetic pace.Twister Mad,But certainly not manic.Bloody Toes!bloody toesCutting nailbeds down to quick,Shearing away keratin,Dead flesh,Until red pours freely.No-anesthetic self-surgeries:Sessions In Hyperfocus.Precise cuts.'Til big toe spurts blood,Each heartbeat.
Goodnight, Void.References, To Allusions, To Quotations,Poem-Songs. My Body,A Writhing Portfolio. "X" Interwoven in patterns,Ranging so far back. As to become Tapestry. Coming up on 4000,Think.Shakespeare: "3500." (Incorrect.)Bradburne: "6000." (Who Knows.) Goodnight, Void.I Love...
Faux:Folle;Fou. Vraiment Faux;Jormundgandr.Ragnarok.Ouroboros Bloom. Splitting at seams,Spilling out sides,Sliding snide,Shriving shied.Spiderweb Shining In Moonlight. Tiny Orange Spiders,Living,In My Green-Algae-Growing Pickup's Driver-Side-Mirror,Bugs We Take With Us On Roadtrips.
Faux:Cheese Grater. Asexual Elicitations -Long Before We Ever Knew.Or Is Queerness Always Knowing?Finding out sometime later. No sex -Sake of lust.Demi.Only gift myself to those,Find myself growing to love;Cherish. Faux:Rose Petal Waves.Cherry Blossom Waves. Sowing Calendula,Orange.
Faux:Tar Pits. Infinite Honeycombs.Infinite Fizzing Lightbulbs,Tungsten Filaments Ablaze. Faux:The Madness Comes & Goes,Like A Wave. I refuse to be carried out to sea. No matter how long I can breast stroke for. Hike? Climbing Mountains,Was always second nature.We did it every...
Faux:Goodnight,Void. When existing 'twixt worlds,We exist nowhere. Between,Around,But not occupying space,Like rest of Reality -Universal Spacetime Rent Asunder.Perhaps twisted into shapes.Coleridge;Or Milton -What might you think:"Of Logger Poets Writing More,Than Love,Or Tragedy."
Trauma is prolific,When it should be minimal.Support systems -Guardrails removed,Just for show."Look! We're doing something!"Yep.Hiring middle managers,& executive C-Suiters.Never ground-floor-up supports.Same tired purchasing,Of public opinion,Whilst hiding the real scum;Sleaziness.
Perhaps we need fools,Of a different variety,In excess;MAD FOLK.Those who see cracks & strains,Flaws & collapses inherent,To systems of control.Geopolitical Globalism,Unto Modern Apocalypse.Split between ignorant fools,Voting for tyrants,& crazy fools,Trying to fight those same tyrants.
World Ain't Over Yet. Even If This Secular Atheist Witch -Rooted In Modern Science,& Empirical Method,Has To Roam The Globe -For Eons,Albatross Tattooed Around My Neck. I'll still do it. Hermit Gurus,Hiding in the dark,Of the deepest of mountain valleys.Only fools -Seek out my wisdoms.
Killing Monsters,To Pass The Time.Collecting Their Parts -To Carve Bones Into Weapons.Endless Cycles -Both In My Dreams,& Waking Life.Fight.Kill.Carve.Repeat.Cathartic,In Some Morbid Way.Macabre Metaphor;Pacifist Plays At Murderer,Through A Digital Lens.Art Combined With Code.
Bring me back?Never.Refuse to be shackled anywhere.Never had a home.Wanderer In The Rough.Old Lady Clan Witch,Nameless Beyond Ancient,Meaningless Affiliation.Crossed The Sea,Unto Highlands.Eilean Donan,Covered In Corpses.My Ghostly Flock:Pausing To Say Hello.Picts,Caledonians,Aye.
Goodnight Void.Tidal Heating,Spurring Thriving Of Worlds.I'll Miss All This,When I'm Gone.All Those Bastards,Better Have Lived Well.Least In My Absence!Singularity Ain't No Time Soon.Digital Consciousness Is Still A Dream.So Let Entropy Come.I'll Still Rage Against The Dying,Forevermore.
Can that be excuse,To dress casually,Comfortably,rest of my life?Theatre Blacks As Standard,Not hearing of any costuming demands beforehand.No sweaty, gross tickle trunks,Please.All black everything,Shoes Through To Touque.Look,Forsook My Kin & Kind,To Live In Your World.Hate & All.
Nation State Pitches -Experiments In Humanist Utopia;Funded By Fall Of Civilization.Venture Capitalism,With Greedy Shit-Eating Smile.Smirks & Coy Sassy Smarm,Warm Charms Harming No One.Lass;Ain't ego,Just truth."I don't think you can keep up with me."800MPH Blues.1.6;For The Rest Of Us.
Crimson.Gold.Prefer All Black.Old Theatre Teacher Habit -Used To Teaching The Craft.Fuck Purple,All It Insinuates.Raging Anarchist Against Broken Society:"I'll Fight For The Misfits,'Til you put me inna ground,eh?"Who can I still save?Who already made the blacklist?House Lights,Please.