LIKE BOTTLES

bottles-on-driveway

We would refract light as we 
Were ancient glass beads, 
A cat's eye or perhaps
Anything else,
Pure jade?

Sat out, sun soaked 
Toes curled in
We hung onto the Earth
With all we had

Out of fear of,
In anticipation of 
Floating away

We used to refract light 
As were ancient glass beads
&
Still do some days

FUCKING PISCES

Cobbled. 
The house with stones, laid wide and
Barely stacked. Thin and grout, the
Ones inside wore a tough skin. 
The same that seek the softest 
Fleece.

Concaved.
Parabolic smiles and phrases turned
Into a bowed, little moon that beats
And blinks. Speaking to the monsters
Living in our chests. Ourselves lurking
Under each, warm
Breath.

Contrived.
Guess we'll just succumb to this thing,
This "fake it 'til you make it" can-do
Attitude. That seems harder to do than
To beg for anything else. Nothing more
Than a false-flag attack 
Of self, fueled by your cool
Indifference.

I'll try my hardest to walk away.
The finger of Neptune will flick 
My earlobe again, again.
I come right back again, again.

Maybe it is nothing.
Maybe it's absolutely unavoidable.
Maybe it really is just nothing.

Instead, it's fucking Pisces.

IDOL/MICROCHIP BRAIN

Bending light using only your bare hands?
Seems as impossible as Faith most days
And soon that bending will be science
And so computers will pray

All these green boards and embedded
Highways, metalic tee-pees
All those tiny cities - silicon bitties,
Electric traffic and modulating
Signals trying to parallel park

Sounds similar to a bad feeling,
When you have a second thought

A strum of the heart's strings in
Love - a breezy afternoon

Perhaps we have made these
Circuits simply for fuck's sake or
To mimic, so we can 
Worship our own electric signals

15% Human
85% Monotheistic Technophiliac

Hybrids engage a narcisistic frenzy
Of showing how they are, in fact,
The one that is best suited for
Your sacrifice and praise

And this was how we used the
Thing we love the most,
This is how we use
Our microchip brain

YOUR FRIEND’S ECSTACY

I reached out as warm light,
Asked to see You and
Your Blood
For a moment, nothing more;
A cup of tea

Instead of an answer to
The Above (it), you asked
About ecstacy
And let me tell you 
That really sucked the
Bliss outta me

What is Your opinion?
Of whom we really are?

I wouldn't mind if you told
Me what has come apart.

Because sometimes I cannot
Tell whether y'all are
My latent dream 
Or just my broken heart

I THOUGHT YOU WERE POSSESSED

By the name of the
Witch Sisters &
Brown acid

And the colors of the
Forty five Amulets &
Abalone Scarabs

By the sound of 
Anubis' Unblinking Eyes,

I command ye, feeble
Demon of White-
on-White Collar
Crimes and Bathroom
Groping

BE GONE!
BE NOTHING
AS WE ARE!

AWAY FOREVER


I COMMAND THEE
TO STOP READING