Bitch

Delinquent metaphysical
portrayal,
God, it’s a hunter’s
paradise.

I see long, disheveled
plasterized concussions
breeding in the kitchen sink;

And long, drawn out
persisting sisterhood;
the serpent rise,
when all August,

The temple burns;
flesh and blood, burns
the catalysts of our
perceptions.

Stepping on the
altar & housing our
faith in flesh & bone.

Neurons Firing

She circles her;
corrupts the neural
pathways between
life & death, chaos &
clarity; deceit & —

An incomprehensible
paralysis of forms &
fanfics; plagiarized
corruptible data structs.

Every organized
religion dissociated
from their Christ,
their Buddha,
their God.

And I see stars
where migratory
pathways form,
I see neural networks
at work in the celestial
bodies; and I open my
eyes to the incomprehensible;

Deciding death’s toll.

Lady Infinite

Counting the days,
until we meet
death’s doorway;
spiraling into
a black hole sun,

Gathering light
as I pass stars,
in sequence;
filling my bucket
with luminescence.

I make a map of Heaven;
that I circulate amongst
the saints & angels,

And landing
on the moon,
I settle deep into
her dusty contours,
satisfied with my advanced
degree of interstellar
knowledge; I decree
the swallowing whole
of systems of stars,

That the universal
Big Bang–
be made complete.

Anguish

A bit of sand,
in the fleshy
parts of me.

An irritable
catalyst;
for change.

This pain
relieves my
incongruities,

And I remain
static like the
sea or an untuned
television set.

Buzzing with
the entropy of
my algorithmic
identity;

Threads stacked thinly
against the surging tide.

Violins

The crowded atmosphere
of last night’s ball, dressed

To kill.

I can see it,
in your eyes,
the way they
reflect the way
that you despise; her.

Blood boils;
cuts run deep;
I can see
the pain manifest itself.

In your eyes,
the way they,

Emphasize,
the anger
in your voice.