We packed koi fish in a suitcase,
for some lost reason
That they’d help move our undead bodies
into transforming light
is thrilling— thrilling— magical thinking
The light only lets
a fine gleam off water
play with a fish’s ambition to enter
the cold— coldest— moment of its short existence
before the weight of a dragon is suffered forever
We packed koi fish in a suitcase,
for some lost reason
That anyone here could even ride upon a dragon
into myth
is so far surpassing delusional thinking
We’ve been pushing around boxes
Towers and causeways, and carpeted birthways
ellipsed in front of the fish’s vision
So it’s no ones fault for hoping
at one point immaculate doorways would open
A Calypso or a curved back could never stop
the disturbing of corners, or the rhythmic surf
thralling koi all morph within a charging breath
but for not the movement to **** at our fins,
then amidst, lo, immaculate doorways-went
It’s no wonder koi fish have come
closer to dragons than anything’s come
That they’d be key and coach for a new home
in it’s new light
is thrilling— thrilling— actually done
from may 14, 2025
poem from the past a day #65
this is the last poem i have that was made in the past as of the date of upload.
as far as its quality of writing, i've left off on a relatively strong note.
it has a handful of captivating phrases. it was a scrap of a couple lines for about two-ish years, so i actually started it around the time i wrote Arrested Celestine and the like and that means it came out of that time of energy. but, on the other hand, i wrote the last two stanzas only a couple months ago, so i do still have my stuff, though fractured and delirious.
as for the future, my brain has taken to coming up with a never ending series of choruses and hooks, and that's what i've been writing down. at least some of that will be published, although i'm taking my time.