I spend my days waiting for night to come,
And nights awake waiting for day.

It’s a hopeless conundrum,

Like waiting for a flight in permanent delay.

My bedroom has become a terminal

Where tungsten lights seep through tearstains,

Where happiness is a criminal

On the run from your grenade.

I’m waiting for your satisfaction

Your smirk of approval, your disdain,

And all I get is a kiss from your shotgun

Blown off, blind-sided once again.

What’s another day to me

One step closer to being depraved

Of meaning, of purpose, of distinction;

I’m just another patient face.

I’ll wait.

incogitable is the question
you've asked yourself
since you could form
thoughts dense enough to grasp
quandaries these daily citizens
are encouraged
"not to be contemplated"

unthinkably aware of your surroundings
that you tend to notice cracks
in the side-stomped concrete
three-point-five seconds before
my ankle ever twists

and yet, your eyebrows carved canyons
in sweaty, porous sediment
caked onto the blood-fed silkscreen
stretched below your hair

you didn't believe me when i told you
cameras will litter the city streets
innumerable greater than the lampposts
illuminating your view of my sprained ankle
(you missed that one, by the way)

you honestly believed that everyone
thinks about everyone else
because that's what you do

but boy, I gotta tell ya,
you are not like anyone else
you're the high-flyin pilot
star visible to the naked eye
caught behind the crescent of the moon
yet still shining through
and some may even come close enough
to brush heat waves you emanate from that hot heart

unfortunately, your perennial denizens
rely on waxen wings
crashing anxiously homeward
to moss-laden paradises
they make up
twisting neural networks into bundles

here i recline
pierced through the retina
held fast iron-gripped heart
legs tight and fingers licked
incogitably cognizant
of each
and every
answer
           || Restricted Access Memory ||
will not permit to ponder

ponder for longer than
a second anyway
but a second is all you
need to receive
seventeen-thousand-four-hundred-and-forty-two
percent of your daily value
of vitamin E




(that stands for Enlightenment, people)

would have known her in a crowd of a thousand
******* and genitalia had been carved with elaborate care
these are the gods who have been forgotten
their last priests died without passing on their secrets
ideas are more difficult to be killed than people
like pebbles dropped o by o into a deep
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                                  w  e   l   l
they navigated the green sea
by the stars
by the shore
when the shore was only a memory
the night sky overcast and dark
by the faith
the sun as distant and cold as a dull silver coin
ice crystals on the asphalt
glittered like diamonds in the morning sun
the world in the mist had become a pencil drawing
executed in a dozen different grays
when the shadows are long
that is my time
and you are the long shadow
the moonlight drained colors into ghosts of themselves
take the leap from the leafless
and dance on nothing until the dancing was done
we travel a spiral where
the quickest way is sometimes the longest
at night you're rubbing yourself against wormfood
slick as a snake in a barrel of butter
patches of white against an iron-grey sky
each a lacework of fractal art
touching your tongue with cold and winter
kissing your face with its hesitant touch
before freezing you to death