canons
triple masted monstrosity
sails down the Han river,
really why are they loading all this
gunpowder into the- the boat would tilt in the ebb
in the sea or bob in the water if not for the
ironclad weight of the-
violins gently play rising crescendos
but fall. snapping a crab's shell in half
in D. the cries of the locals all but
fuel for the ship. sent into oblivion by the-
i still hear the horsehair bows scraping
through my ears
one day fires will overcome even
the gentleness of every wave.
until then we still hear the-
canons.
information game
wading through a slough the vines
slapped against her face as she, the cones
in her eyes took what they could
sirens blare in her head through the
piercing silence falling deeper - wait!!!
don't move that leg any further,
"Girl, Your Body Has So Many Holes for Straws"
birds don't circle up like that anymore,
they just wait for the archaeologists to
unearth you and tell your parents
about your entire entire life even more things
than you would ever have them know
as they pick at your cheekbones.
quicksand is mostly a myth, right? so let's
believe in the extrareal, forceful manifestations
in a million years burn me, to warm
someone's face.
the earth
set up a burning forest
dim the lights, raise the camera
polish the lens with a rag of flying ash
come on, come on, lets set the scene!
palm prints on palm prints on basalt
shards of obsidian remind every tendon in my wrists
the fragility of flesh as i walk and walk
on my hands and the ground is so pretty
the atlas-big arms im not a man, fuck you
i'll sit on this book as a text shakes my phone and
it falls out of my pocket and rocks the earth-igneous
screaming at me about the guilt i should feel
and i want to fly away, grow a mouth of endless teeth
peel irises onto my arms with dullish rusted implements
ghouls will peer at me in disgust
as they waltz past my sign toward the capital-
find me find me find me allow this
just once, just one single time to swallow such a heavy weight
to open all these bleeding eyelids and dive deep through the rock
teeth sharper than any obsidian blade
let the magmatic mantle of my cinderblock barricade
young blood fills the streets find
two rat tails and tie them to mine if we die die together or-
eat me slowly, ive got a lot on my bones
i'll stand up and throw my gaze to the ditch i've made
every pigeon in the world will look at me as if
the world ever revolved around anything, but if these
shitface nihilistic birds screech a new tune, for me-
keep throatedly gasping, hacking clots of blackish
blood, sanguine unrest that runs down through and dyes each fingertip
the color of purest devotion why can't i be your lamb?
why can't the knives cascade through me?
want to make things easier.