Day Showers

Sprawling over dawning stars
Rolling clouds that have your form
Watch the rain pour out your limbs
Green lands swell beneath your storm
Watch the cycle, day to night
Listen as cicadas swarm
Clouds are still, shriveled dry
Evening trickle is no more

***

I need a date.

Corp

Raise my feet, bring them down
Ram rooftops into the ground
Old worlds' blood upon my lips
Black gems gleam upon my crown

Spread my arms and crack the sky
Clamor of six billion cries
Float as gems, a new abyss
In blister-laden clouds I fly

Viscous seas of starlit milk
Empty kingdoms choked with silt
Crown drifts soft through silent storms
Naked scalp is left to wilt

New star pulls me to its fringe
Wrap my arms around my shins
Close my eyes against the Vast
Sleep until new life begins

***


Fuck oil.

Cupcakes

Please, take a cupcake;
They're free and they're sweet.
The icing will knock you
Right off your feet.

Tastes quite unfriendly,
Though surely, it's sweet -
Something like swallowing
Undercooked meat!

I fear for my mood -
T'was never this sweet!
I fear for my health -
My brain's sprung a leak!

Fear not for your mood;
Won't always be sweet -
Ask every hour
Deprived of its sleep.

Fear not for your health;
Knowledge sweet -
Worth every drop
Of youth you secrete.


***


Watch Strangers With Candy.
It's one of the Best Shows Ever.
Those few unfortunate souls who don't enjoy it
just
don't
get it.
Therefore, they are to be considered lame,
and very much pitied.

Through the Wall

Hear the bison as they fall
Tumbling hooves heard through the wall
Pride in every muffled blow
Mangled heap is red and raw

Hear the silence as they thaw
Ecstasy heard through the wall
Air is wet, morning dim
Laughter lost within the maw

(If the neighbors are going to insist on shouting matches during the wee hours of the morning,
the very least they can do is not be so fucking happy the next day.
Or ever.)

Empty Man

When the day’s long hours
Fall to ruin, fall to ash,
And the sky spits purple
‘Cross the night so vast,

A light can be seen
On the ridge above the hills;
Thin and empty, rusting,
Tall and dark and still

The sun never touches
Where his wild garden grows
He's there, amidst the riddles
Of a stranger's healthy glow

Climb the crags until you strike
The summit, where he waits.
He’ll hold you close, hold you down;
He smells of dust, of fate

The heart crashes softly;
Within his mouth, it shines
The sky becomes a void,
And loneliness divine

They’ll find you there, frozen stiff,
Forgotten and alone.
They’ll stow the husk beneath the earth
While women weep and moan.

Yet when the twilight blooms again
And grief has had its fill,
They’ll see your light, burning bright,
On the ridge above the hills.