It is as it should be:
I manage a
morsel of impuissant gum
the axe fleetingly whistles
it's regrets
but neglects to see it
It could be a tear, you see, or the
virtuous wound of the denounced
martyr, but now its just gum
awkwardly sticking
to the exposed member of this
bling garish steel
Still I can't deny the inevitability:
I have through connected
rings a way into the universe
(a reluctant Oracle: PTSD flashes
of my body tied up, shaved into
oblivion)
But maybe its right for these limbs
to be used, goddess or *****
becoming whatever you entice
it to be, opening up in gaping welcome,
an oscillating entrance for the
multitude
or the discerning blade sizing up
my flesh,scavenging exclusively
for artful gains in my delightful
corpse… a choleric eye, hostile
hands, a body circumspectly in
gesture of deviance
It is as it should be:
Symbiotic hands whittle away
slivers of death, tenderly
sandpapering errant shards
from my now raging
living face
to once again behold
the seasons
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 9:31 AM UTC
It is as it should be:
I manage a
morsel of impuissant gum
the axe fleetingly whistles
it's regrets
but neglects to see it
It could be a tear, you see, or the
virtuous wound of the denounced
martyr, but now its just gum
awkwardly sticking
to the exposed member of this
bling garish steel
Still I can't deny the inevitability:
I have through connected
rings a way into the universe
(a reluctant Oracle: PTSD flashes
of my body tied up, shaved into
oblivion)
But maybe its right for these limbs
to be used, goddess or *****
becoming whatever you entice
it to be, opening up in gaping welcome,
an oscillating entrance for the
multitude
or the discerning blade sizing up
my flesh,scavenging exclusively
for artful gains in my delightful
corpse… a choleric eye, hostile
hands, a body circumspectly in
gesture of deviance
It is as it should be:
Symbiotic hands whittle away
slivers of death, tenderly
sandpapering errant shards
from my now raging
living face
to once again behold
the seasons