Cliff Climb

you could climb
bare spine
fingersnap

fine lingering mist
above water falling
miles and smashing

you could dig
in nails and breaking
heartbreak and climbing

wending and divining
bending and blindly
stinging and scratching

prognosticator
leaps ravines,
deep divides

heaves to
on high,
heaviness sublimed

wreathed in rainbows
from below
at the waterfall’s knee

With Death

fuck you i have it

all you can do is badness

seminal in the sense of classic

like dim annals cold as benthic

breath discourse

unbalanced

~~

no warmth, malice

denomination in the sense of

valor - misalliance.

dragons sell their scales

to the winds of witnesses

~~

fuck you i have it

surplus labile relative

scalable INRI on inside

listing of values of of emery

boards to hold

vs. sticky liquids (shellacking)

~~

sold armaments

bloated sorting mechanisms

forcing us first into flirting

with disaster, certain

starting positions

and furtive dalliance

Burn It Down

dead end ies

said inside

~~

battered flesh

my hair’s an
ettin nest

breathly and burning

~~

brown surface
slow dithering
blurr

~~

wrist inspected
distance
respect

~~

draw a bead

of blood

~~

replete

Crude

my personal macrocosm
is all hard metal

there’s fans
blades massive and spinning

that keep my inside vacuum

my crew begin to gasp

~~

my hard shell folds out
a smooth and solid egg


becomes a set of curved blades,
my core exposed

~~

twinkling grey arms with
my edges on the end of them

suspended, like a spider
surrounding my exposed crew

panicked spider babies
from my inside - cold

~~

my shell, my blades,
my many arms, reflect space
and fold into spaces

i reach out and pluck lightly on the strings
severing myself from
the vibratory mode
of my existence

~~

shattering the consciousness
of the poor crew
milliseconds before

they drown in space

~~

twisting the remnants of their scintillating minds,
drawing on the skeins of the universe

spreading coloured thoughts across eachother
blending brains and blood

and eating artworks from their memories

~~

all the while twisting,
i am an eggshell
of blades

i am the ship
of my body

empty

~~

all the universe to eat

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