allowed to live
in a place dedicated to triumph
obscured by obtuse lectures
gross inadequacies
a light vaguely scratching
dreams lose potency
under litanies of pressure
galloping warp fields
gross thunder, ready to drink
caves of mildew
ready to drink
in the drizzling rain
one drink again
with jazzers
*
but feeling again like the flower rising depths
stuck inside I observe an inner field explode into wrathful biology
molting stars become the anus of exacting dreams
I bleed into seamless multitudes breath heavier than dark breath
a blugeoning tool allowing me space to bludgeon wisely
and with furious game
I’m a super star you see, a void beyond reckoning
a chamber for powders
fine and chunked
no one has a voice like me
thats a fact
at the same time
*
cold air, moon on the ice, fire under my thumb
I told my relatives to leave my body, under penalty of my own existence
crushed the ashes of a letter to a drifter
I never wrote
*
unbelievable things have been happening, chilling things
uninviting to be here in this place at this time -
theres are currents of thematics
running beneath the physicality of our interlocked embankments
truly this place has become
a battleground - for
instances
*
another year without a winter -
drawing coins, cards and feathers
trying to summon
a knowledge that can secure freedom
there’s no power left
in the intrinsic
*
its night again
nothing speaks
in the lips of aleah
a growing temple