You are,
You are,
Quite frankly
Subpar.

Your words meander and diverge
Till they mean nothing

You and your energy walk in the room
And the walls wilt somehow,
The air defies nature's laws and recoils.
Mould spores attempt escape.

Your lack of self awareness, your ego,
Is an oozing cancerous lump atop your nose
And not one of us can look away.

No volume of bile could digest
The orange fat of your arrogance

You are,
You are,
A killjoy,
A **** on the dancefloor.

And so it rebelliously expands
Contrary to bespeckled pros
Redshifts and penumbrae smiles
Continue to baffle the old men.

Hellishly heated, the entirety
Combusts to life.
Dark energy and axion matter
Gently caress the growing universe
like a nursing mother.

And here I lay, wine in hand
Never feeling more small
But perfect in my insignificance.

Unseen protectors of cataclysm
Whip for us that blood orange
That purple flame
Spin for us
Pose for us
And show us your heavens of glass
Cerulean brother
Cinnamon sister

I am exquisite
Even when I am so delicate.
I am magnificently sensitive
And intricate.
Oh yes I am wonderful
Intensely tired, still passionate.
I am lovely in my complexity,
And eternally affectionate.
See how dewy beautiful
I look in your straightjacket.

I am excellent, I am worthy
Even when I cannot move.

Am I deceitful like your book?
Far from it.
I am a piercing blue wildflower
Beaten upon by heavy rain.
I am the eponymous hero of this novel.

Sleep so sweet
Feet warm
Breathe
Deep from need
So close to the Earth
The sea
Until tomorrow
Sleep so sweet