deep fried kool-aid in a purple Intrepid
the scepter of our Grief; falters
the Orion of our Agonies in the Least-ville of our Nova !
i'm about to outshine !
but before i can condemn my most recent assault
on God's little Plan.... I thought i might Jam the Signal
with a volley of Pretension
in the wane Valleys of the Seldom
and the Orange Jews.
i'm in my hard January and your Carnival, rivals my Fantastic...
you'd rather my dark be sunlit travesties, to Parade before the court of Desire
behind a chain-linked rinse. these snowflakes
are the ones with teeth.
not the ones you meant.
blue whales can hear us Dying, from Here.
And You still Think i love you
the haggard crags of our elliptical wards against a Pleasant Breakfast
the scuttled broth of sour tyranny and Nonsense
you abscond with -
the virtue of our wizardry, aligned with Hostile Invalids
From Beyond !
have i said much ?
have i begun to plunder the tripwire epiphany
of the rogue star from the Unknown ?
I'm in my hard January and the Spring in Winter's failing
is a Crossing.
And a Dread