let me write two lines
which leave you blinded
in my grief
of not having ever written
something more potent
and lengthy
and in those two lines
you may read
my entire, complete
and exhaustive story.

I've done so, once,
Before then,
And now.
But, I still was,
Never before...
Only after.
Now I am then.
Now I am what
Never was before now.
An a, never the.
You fool..
Avada Kedavra.

Chant with me one last time time, share with me this last swig of fermented heresy
Let me fall with the cricket cracket of me first love
Me father's bethrotal to ye
Aye, she weeps intoxicated on Ægir's brew
Rabid splinters exalting my blood across these toiled expressions of me last wafting conquer
A failure
I've failed you mother, father
Me flask holds no Giant's blood
I bare no Dragon's horn atop this acursed head
Me crew gone with the steel of swords and axes brewed in their sacrifice, their blood spilled in a lust for carnage
This spirit grows weak like the twinkle of yer dying stars, Nótt
Yet mother holds me, her sway gentle
And father covers me, his directions clear

sometimes it *****
what life turns out to be
he was the perfect him
i was the perfect me
those hushed moments
in the world we found
no goodbyes were needed around
awoke with the ****** of the pelvis
sleeping the same
synergistic in this plague
what vanity we famed


*s.q.

small secrets pour from your pores
a poor soul wrapped inside your flesh
feverent sweats
complacent attempts to envelope me in your sorrows
tomorrow the sun will set and by then I would hope to have forgotten your face
tomorrow I will pour myself another drink and think about poor you
tomorrow you will intoxicate my evanescent daydreams
I pray they don't take me far from the shore of reality

ive managed to lace my head with hallucinogens and watch the bees rest in my eyes. pale blue is the sky as their wings buzz in unison. i can feel the silk petals nestled in my skin.

i wish to taste the clouds even more. white shrouds of dreams wrapped around my tongue. funny how the sun melts me down like a candle. funny how i still find myself in my bed.

dandy lion dreams
caked dirt on my worn out knees
i drink from the sky