as the drumline spiels his deal,
his baseless accusations ring
the bell behind your eyes! sing!
mimic his air! your cacophonous snare
shouts like an °astronaut° on a •space-walk•

promise! never let the cold take hold
of your reptile brain; you're half unsaid!
why must you let the louder half spread
his legs in ecstasy? you deal in chastity!
who are you? some [ sci-fi ***** ]?

you can't be saved from your retroflex grave,
so dare to live where no rhyme scheme toes
the line of ~ cosmically acceptable ~ prose,
see? nothing matters!  - this jawless chatter
asks "who are you? some cerebral *****?"

"an ugly *****!!!" you might retort
but self-awareness does not absolve
the sins of online vanity; dissolvvve
me, untrue - drown in pixels green and blue
or wake up
                     in the nothingness
                                                     ­  of the space-walk

three cycles tick by; a sine wave drawn
to ebb the seas and flow night to morn
such airy business; etched in deep
rocks hollowed out for humble rooms
for stoicism borne in mother's womb
elects to dream in undue sleep

sardonic skies mock me hence
while hurricanes teach ambivalence
for they fly free, regardless of
windfalls prior and waves untamed;
taking homes and with them, names
of those sure to be stripped of cloth

the me of now would not stand
for punch-drunk persecution; reprimand
that sardonic sky: how dare you jeer!
with no heart in there but nimbus clouds
does apathy make your sad gods proud?
does envy fill their cups with cheer?

send me to the jackanapes!
let them tend their wounds; take shape
a splint - bind pity to the dogged folks
pray their heaven ne'er comes undone
for coal-donned crows balk rain over sun:
choose to ember in ash over smoke

some guy. some man to find
his, as the old veteran put it
, "special lady" or something.
we're made of the same old
stuff, you & i. the very cotton
that binds us to our shoes and
our shoes to pavement and
the pavement to the sky. in
-verse the slant on what
it means to know how someone
looks after waking up in the
morning. how you feel
when you realise you've been
sleeping on a bed of fries and
burger lettuce. when you
accidentally box their nose
blue. you, some cosmic com
panion you turned out to be.