What light through yonder closéd window breaks
It is the east
And red is the sun
And liquid amber
Sinking to its home
What many flowers bloom here and shimmering catch my eye
To die upon my waking or falling to deeper sleep
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 3:22 PM UTC
I watched you building borders
Riding north on golden tigers
Feeding famished families
All the brass that you could muster
Running rackets round rodeo
Seeping lifeblood from your victims
Until they scrape their tired bones
To feed you marrow
And yet you've come to loathe
The wild children
Who
Through misanthropic misdemeanors
Rage against the dying
Of the systems you have set forth
To feed into their ire
Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 7:08 PM UTC
Jesus Christ!
I saw you -
Standing naked on that stage
That we had made -
When we stole your clothes
And anglicized your name
Oh, what a shame!
To be born again -
Into the things you hate
Oh, what a shame, to be born again!
As everything you hate
Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 6:35 PM UTC
One day I'll wake up
To a thunderous applause
Then a cackle of laughter
And clacking of claws
And as truths I've not spoken
Are ripped from my jaw
I will see that my whole life
Was nothing at all
But I'm trying to be
Whatever it is you said
While I'm lost in a minefield
Of existential dread
Sep 18, 2021
Sep 18, 2021 at 6:59 PM UTC
A piece of myself left behind
To fester on that summer day
Ripped open for the sun to finally see
The rays caressing my bones for the first time
My marrow exiting its cave of flesh
I am exquisite
The rush of what blood I have left to my head
As I watch its like pour out onto a blank page
I paint a picture with it
Try to make it beautiful
In the end it is only my blood
Blood I did not choose to spill
But chose to transfigure
Aug 13, 2021
Aug 13, 2021 at 5:37 PM UTC
Deciduous frost crawls up between my toes
My feet sink in the deep mire
I pull my left foot out and the right sinks
Finding something solid
The cold consumes my left leg
Chilled and raw in the open air
Aug 13, 2021
Aug 13, 2021 at 5:33 PM UTC
Cloak yourself in the skins of your idols
Dance in the forest under waxing moonlight
Draw your blood over the sacred fire
Weep ecstatic
Aug 13, 2021
Aug 13, 2021 at 5:29 PM UTC
Severed sisters addictively
Seeking out serendipity
Atrophied on antipodes
Eating feasts from antiquity
Jun 25, 2021
Jun 25, 2021 at 7:35 PM UTC
At what point does tragedy become regular, mundane irony?
Like, why do artists always die in obscurity
When everyone else just dies?
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 8:07 AM UTC