i can taste the sun
the brain in my hand
charm her, Rattle.
dreams of recycling
gapped at the beginning.
landed on ceilings
nowhere. failed aptitudes.
three point five degrees
of divine separation
where is concentration?
against linoleum grass.
From tonight I can assure one thing,
not three, not two, just one sole thing.
This night I knew and knew for good,
that life was kind and life was good.
I rest assure, now that I know,
there are no up's, there are no low's.
And here's that thing, that thing I've learned,
The sun, like me, fell under your spell.
The sun shall rise and the sun shall fade,
when you say "good morning" and you say "sleep well".
No minute early, no minute late,
the sun is bound just to your face.
My life will keep this new-found sense,
my breathing tuned to your heart's pace.
The days don't follow the sun's advice,
'cause time will stop whenever you smile.
My world turns no more around a star,
but around an angel, who'll be my wife.
See, see the tiny sky
Marvel at its big puce depths.
Tell me, Tony do you
Wonder why the armadillo ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel churned.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your giffengididdle facial growth
That looks like
What's more, it knows
Your pantsy potting shed
Smells of booger.
Everything under the big tiny sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm garlics.
She doesn't aim to kill
She rather puncture, amputate, deform
She's never done spinning her web
Even when you're paralyzed
She magnifies her lies
And calls it transformation
Convincing others you're a burden
Who needs to be put out of her misery
She doesn't believe in raising the dead
But she's an expert in lowering the living
The sudden best friend who keeps her enemies closer-
(An angel with no motives is a demon in disguise)
She's dancing and singing in my opera of horror
She's happy to play the part
She's waiting for my lavish palace of wonder
To turn into a grotesque carnival of mirrors
As underneath those China eyes and pirate smile
Hides a latrodectus blackbird-
Leaving her venom and sucking your essence
So she can fly
So don't be fooled by the lack of red-
She keeps the hourglass in her head
She's in the business of changing names
Passing to you the hysterics of Jane
(Claire, I can't find you in there)
Thriving on your denial
Creative only in deception
She'll put your footprints on a devil's pact
And call it her reception
True as any fallen black wing
She only shows herself in shadows
The little, rogue, blood-thirsty fiend
Loves to get her hands dirty in private
But while she drinks from the cup of others' sorrows
Thinking she has lightning in a bottle
She may forget that one of these tomorrows
Her beloved beast will turn on her
Living in her kingdom of jewels
She would've gotten away unscathed
Pity, the infrastructure wasn't infused
The charmer of limbs will fall
Robots aren't sacred)