from the castle ruins
to the stacked pipes
and tunneled waters
of metropolis

we alone
—family in darkness

layers of india ink
hide useless machines

pressing country skin city bone
into amalgamation

hotwired airfield wings
hovering over abandoned
fairgrounds

covered in chains
and cotton candy

enslaved
sweetened

—so the pill goes down with ease

this is our home
this is where we live

life is zenith
future is chaos

I’m publishing my poetry telepathically today.
So, if you think of a particularly clever rhyme - it was me.

We'll have to choose dear
we shall
to choose not between the colors of the sky or the earth,
religion and God
We must pick it up dear, we must
pick
not the stars of the night, nor the flowers of the day,
secretly, my darling, secretly
we shall
extract this tear from the past that never left
and  didn't even start like a lightning
without death
and no answer, we shall, my  dear
begin with ”the end”, like on the big set of paramount pictures,
let's put this spiky cat on the wall
and return, free and happy, like the first people,
ladybug,
carry me on your palms, darling
i”ll hold you close to my chest like an armful of dry branches
good for fire

my eyes.
Watered from the guise of men.
Take my ears.
I can't hear the lies
again.

Take away
this mouth.
So tired of talking.
Echo's ricocheting
all spoken.
And the chain of screams
are now broken.

Take away
my shoulders.
I've carried all this weight.
Now that I'm older
I can't stand up straight.
Hunched over,
my face is in my plate.

Take away
my arms,
the fleshy pendulums.
Back and forth they swing,
holding onto nothing.

Take away
my legs.
They're growing spider veins.
They don't move me,
and the feet too!
The bunions don't fit
inside my shoes.

Quote: Both the enchantress and the siren charmer
are part of the same one.  

Fired red wings on the breath of a dawning
he lifts and soars towards life, a breath away
from sunrise, chittering before he takes swing
this cardinal of beauty knows how to sing

she a rose in a luscious garden of pure love
a blush of pink dotted with pistil and grace  
a daylight sea of beauty sent from above
daybreak breaks and a flower opens her face

both the cardinal and the rose are essential
to our well being we need their reverence.  
He a sign of longevity so reverential,
she a sign of love and courage in her essence

we find the Echantress in all of our selves
in his, we find a siren charmer who delves.

This deep night
Dis-lo-cation
Sends tattoos

Dropping on the pane.

Only the Lonely
Discern a rhythm

Only the disconcerted
See full moon
Seep light through

Ocean-full cloud
One eye brimful

One dry as prickle

We don’t know
What makes it
Gives way
To its presence
What manifests
Consciousness
Anyone’s guesses
But please rest assured
Inconclusive is bliss
I suspect
And expect
That the answer to this
Would be nigh on
Inscrutable,
Vexing,
Immutable
Mystery boxes
Whose contents
Unusable
Lose your mind trying,
Go mad with despair,
Clawing frenziedly,
Frantically
Rip out your hair
But your scalp
And your skull
And the null void within
Won’t reveal
Either still
How it makes the head spin
So give in
To the severance
From its
Malevolence
Join me apart
From its self-indulge
Edifice