I've been a man about town
took the cruise and scenery
took the broken friends and childhood memories
take in the scenery and the spiderwebs
and the mexican weirdness cactus
peeling off my orange-ness
peeling back my onion, layers spiralling out from center
back to source
suddenly in control of the future
the feast is life feeding on death
decay feeds the cycle, wild blackberries
we were scared children
we were our own fathers
we became our own people
we will build what our fathers never could

the great white emerald
ephemeral cobwebs that got caught up in the whole clockwork
and the pendulum, and the compound miter radar angle
through grammatical atrocity
the sound of it is so strange and sweet
i p[refer the elaborate abstract form
chaos in rules and object(ion)
the ashes have no regrets