Dissolving the layers of myself
I let my laurels melt away
Dermis, derma, cutis, itself
Shape the melting skin like clay
All the rings inside my chest
I'll let my body's acid digest
Hood of lizard, cardinals crest
All the changes coalesce
-
My body abscises drippings of my soul
Cannibalizes every face grown old
When I realize that every movement tolled
A new disguise that made my weak heart fold
Bathe in the blood of who I used to be
Hating the budding homesick new hornbeam
If I jump in puddles under red maple trees
Then I risk to muddle what makes me me
Pinch at the stem
Of a flowering dogwood
**** my old friends
Now I'm reborn into godhood
I can't relate
Too much to remember
And I hate the days
I hate the snow in December
Twist my old clothes
Right into poetry
Pollen will blow
Until I'm lost at sea
Leave me alone
Because I'm gone for good
City of music enthroned
Pull down the lizards hood
If you're looking for me
You'll find that I am dead
If ever it wants to be
Again, in my head
-
I will see
Nothing wrong with me
The sun is out of sight
And the moon is so bright
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 10:38 PM UTC
Dissolving the layers of myself
I let my laurels melt away
Dermis, derma, cutis, itself
Shape the melting skin like clay
All the rings inside my chest
I'll let my body's acid digest
Hood of lizard, cardinals crest
All the changes coalesce
-
My body abscises drippings of my soul
Cannibalizes every face grown old
When I realize that every movement tolled
A new disguise that made my weak heart fold
Bathe in the blood of who I used to be
Hating the budding homesick new hornbeam
If I jump in puddles under red maple trees
Then I risk to muddle what makes me me
Pinch at the stem
Of a flowering dogwood
**** my old friends
Now I'm reborn into godhood
I can't relate
Too much to remember
And I hate the days
I hate the snow in December
Twist my old clothes
Right into poetry
Pollen will blow
Until I'm lost at sea
Leave me alone
Because I'm gone for good
City of music enthroned
Pull down the lizards hood
If you're looking for me
You'll find that I am dead
If ever it wants to be
Again, in my head
-
I will see
Nothing wrong with me
The sun is out of sight
And the moon is so bright
