I Lvst
I lust
Lust for the marginal
Being on the same page,
Teeter slowly
In a dance of aging tethers
Weep as slow slacken threads
Wither and pray
For another page
To curse
September 2023
A Feigned Resignation
A sad congregation of Pretenders
Strutted across a summerโs stage
While the silent morning mirror reflected
The lone pretender
Gawking,
Gawping
Into space
In a Feigned Resignation
At Summerโs inevitable End,
*guitar solo*
โI am not on fire,โ the boy of eleven said.
The Four Firemen of the Apocalypse disagreed,
The Hose of Infinite Squirts
Slaked the source of all powers
But but but the Hug of Infinity
Floated away in a soapy bubble
Towards no end.