January 16th, 2023 – March 6th, 2023
Murky waters;
Drowning daughters;
All the king’s horses;
But none of his men;
You hear the drum’s beat;
The gore has more devotion;
Than the war and immolation;
All of us here are unwrought.
—an elfworld-born
two-headed beast
unmoored from native element
and viciously athirst.
—a thunder-mumble
fire’s latin, long forgotten
set upon the river lethe
(whose waters I forgot to breathe).
or perhaps
—a king
soon to feast
on ten-thousand wrongs
justified.
Justified, the acts of we
the assailments of the cosmos
it will eat you all alive
you will be
osmosed!
Past the windows, like lightning.
Just inside the glass
I am brightly cast.
Ancient skies waking
See giants walk, prophecies
spectacularly
fail. Through this all,
Beauty onward, endeavors.
Skies afire, things are dire,
About time our luck expired
Hit the ground, flee the hounds
Seek yourself the lost and found
Physically, nonentities,
The dying comes not easily
All the rich hues it chews
In my tissues, cause my issues
Bite the bit, take the hit,
Come on kid get used to it!
The crows caw, skin feels raw,
If I could I would forestall
To the wall, a messy sprawl,
It’s too late now to withdraw
Physically, nonentities,
The dying comes not easily
All the rich hues it chews
In my tissues, cause my issues
Bite the bit, take the hit,
Come on kid get used to it!
Stars aligning, state declining
There’s got to be a silver lining
Still I’m trying, underlying
Effort used to be world-defining
Physically, nonentities,
The dying comes not easily
Got chewed, not food
Bit the bit, took the hit,
Think it’s time to up and quit
Never did get used to it.
The goblet was with spirits full,
not the alcohol kind, though she liked it too,
these were the dead (pierced heart, broken skull),
and them she drank till her lips turned blue.
The taste was bitter, and the she-king felled,
angry ghosts sang protests in her vision,
but their freedom she triumphantly withheld.
In her body, encaged: the spirits began to fission.
Beyond-the-grave power alloyed her blood,
gave her what marvelous command,
she imbued life to bone, blades, and mud,
but her flesh could not long withstand.
Nails against cardboard, it seemed like
but it was thoughts against that good night.
So whence the supernova came
at star’s center was the dead-drinking girl, to blame.
Pain's a lineless order;
carves grooves wherein it's been;
and so encroaching toward her;
a habit of it unseen.
Exhaustion follows suit;
to company the grieved;
provides a kind of root;
there's killing in reprieve.
It’s not the cards we’re dealt, kid
It’s the hand that deals them
Uprise, overflow, outspill, God forbid
How much is enough to condemn?
The devil’s in the details
But he’s missed the forest for the trees
Your relentless vengeance unveils
Before you killed him, you had him on his knees
Wish I had river
Lethe, to cure this worn, thought-fraught
knot of mass that I
unfold and call a body,
dust off and use up, daily.