Impregnable gloom
Decomposer
Consume
Let decay
What remains
Of my chance to exhume
Nature's progeny,
Property
No more befit to rule
Creature
Is stopping me
For I write words
Ironclad in their peace
And reverberate
Deep
In the despot’s defeat
In humility
Strode
An ulterior road
All the while
Reside
In the doesn’t
Well bode
Just a toad
Having tasted
The princess’ bliss
When I tongued
The abyss
And I heard
A most visual
Serpent god’s
Hiss

Don’t mean to misguide,
Misadvise,
Scrutinize
Don’t devise
Any plans
Anymore
I apprise
What of relevant use
From experience brings
Synchronicity from
The discordant heartstrings

In here
You’re with me
At my mercy,
Behest
At my beck and call
Call me
By what I do best
What I claim
Domain name
Is eternal unrest

For in here
I decide
What to give to the night
What to offer
The coffers
Of can’t see the light
Ever seeking in vain
Domain name
What to write

When in here
We’re at home
But a whirlwind
Alone  
Overthrown
Though unconquered
Dominions I roam
For I came
Domain name
As I etched it
In stone

Starving egomaniacs
Hide the distention
Dysmorphia’s
Orphans
Engorging attention
Pretension
Comes natural
Just live to be seen
To be lust after
Vanity
Fair magazine
To be queen
In your castles,
Your carriages,
Gowns
To be columns
Of gossip
And talks of the town
Chopping down
Natural art
For a heartless
Creation
A faux fabrication
From deforestation
A waste of
The vacant
High-minded
High-rise
Like the hungry,
Neurotic
Consumer’s
Disguise

My soul is now shaded
More aquamarine
To have lived by the sea
Caught adrift in a dream
But I merely mean
Too good
For truth to compare
To be barely
Still clinging to life
But aware
There is no sweet release,
Sugar-coated deceased
That prepares us for
Gone
Is just resting in peace
That allays
Waking days
Of its cognizance craze
Liberates us,
Or saves us,
Or aids our escape
Better than
The departure
Revolves around me
To the part where
I’m suffering
Simply to be

I let pride
Cloud my judgment
Of you
Safest space
I could place
My delusions
Delay
Decay’s pace,
Decades pass
We react
Like it’s all white and black
And the toll it exacts
Statistician’s
Poll tax
Is the mission
The merchant of death’s
Righteous path
So make safe in the shadows
And count out the facts
Or the gallows
Will bring back
The odds
Ever favor
The gods
As they savor
The fruits of our labor

Dropping gently
In the drink
Disable your
Instinct to think
Just sink into
A bed of shame
No way to say
You’re not to blame
Restraint is for
The faint of heart
I am the strobe lite
In the dark
The luminescent
Blackout switch
The dumped her body
In a ditch
Acquit the rich boy’s
Wettest dreams
Enrich his daddy’s
War machines
The silent status quo regime
Complicit
Like complacent apes
Engaging,
Waging
Data rapes