magic

speak your myths in siren songs for every breath

ecstasy and malaise, underground hybrid supernova 

there are no words for this language 

we only close our eyes in small kisses to the bright sky 

and drink light from the magician’s cup like children born on repeat

unwound

starve the lights to let the darkness take form.

looking for a way out, lust for escape, you want to jump to happily ever after but the storyline is tangled, spread hopeless through your circuitry, glitching your words into soiled utterings from a wounded animal. 

primeval and neo-born, witch and ballerina ribbon-tied to your pyre to go out in magnificent keening, running out of safety routes as the blood from your mouth spills into the empty cage of your chest. 

words like razor blades fixed in the thick wrists of yesterday to cut through the surface and undress every atom that dared hide itself for fear of war. 

you get off to the grace in stealing glory from death so pack your metaphysics, there’s no chance of dreaming your way out this time.

gentleness

they wrapped my heart

in waves of light 

to sedate the hyper pulse 

of self-aggrandizing 

vigilance 

i have never felt

weaker 

and more loved 

than this,

this battle

unfolding breath by breath 

in the jungle 

of my ribcage 

on fast forward

to burst in flames 

and come 

to stillness.

still purgatory ill,

i want to drown my ego 

in lavender tea 

and let this starry warmth 

cradle me forward 

like i’ve never known 

the taste of blood.

i am so excited about everything forever

orange green life machine

super spastic made of plastic 

crispy strips made of whips 

death ❤

divided self

i’ve been burning for weeks

in an isolated network 

of synaptic circuitry 

pretending to be flesh and blood

welcome to the desert of the real

infinity hung up on us eons ago 

we hardly remembered to call again 

somebody fix the phoneline please

somebody give birth to light again, somebody 

at least shout really loud about it 

so there’s something to focus on 

other than lousy poems and visions of glorious destruction 

my head is a bunch of balloons

held by an anemic child whose grip 

fails to understand the importance of 

never ever letting go, 

whoops, it happened again.

goodbye flat ground, goodbye

suspension of disbelief 

regarding the absurdity of eyes, 

goodbye illusion of normality, goodbye 

conventional reality, i’ll send 

you postcards from the void, you bastards 

never let me get too far anyway

letter from my younger self

your fortress dances around time’s fortress in circles smaller and smaller

weakening the bond of distance into uncharted lands, the unexplainable now

what you expect from reality will be your biggest disappointment

she is a fair mistress, only giving after your heart’s true desire

so you ask-what will it be?

so she asks- what will it be?

and the circle is never broken

take your lands, your dreams and launch them

from the vast starry space between your temples

into the descent to another door, mindpulse to heartbeat

unlearn your language, a canvas too simple for the full spectrum of your soul

and these words will fuse into galaxies on the tip of your tongue,

rich with surrender, silent and in awe

I’ll meet you there, where future and past melt in amber under the tree of life

at dusk, when the wheel has turned once again

sunshine, you wouldn’t dare to let me down