Times of Nothing

I am blended of lust and trick artery will

A blind aubade

Locked inside a rune of old attic mannequins  

I am darkness strained, 

The selection of mad light

Hidden inside me are the drowning lines of dirge

Thirsty with birth

Wanting and scripted in scorpion

Spewing tail vended layers of poison

I am fish scale 

Metallic wing

Weighing the mines of inward bay and

Heading deeper into open muddy waters

 

I am my own worst painful anomaly

In years to follow they will sing me subtle sounds of ocean

Calloused hymns of far off Shore lust

There will be talk of pyramids and scavenger bliss

Enduring these days I will paint tiny new needles to occupy my need for suffering 

I will father chariot bogs that will rise over dark mushroom night

I will be coddled subjugation

And though I shall know well

These roads of splint are scarred in hostility

I will cooperate, for 

I have lived their dreams

I have breathed tirelessly in airless boundary

I have been a torso of separate rooms

Schooled in neon cola 

I have been the slave, though not to wealth,  

Firm in my oblivion chain and cured to die alone

Children scream desperately from capsules of time

Crystalized

Plying Sisyphus' carts 

Running, like strangers to the blades of grass, over fluorescent aisles

Their voices hardening my slope 

Their crescendo the envy of this broke up s**t box

Wheeling heavy ambitions conditionally

What the hell are we doing?

I was bred in the heat of imbalance

A cyclops

A virgin tossed in to a four-lettered god

True Moloch gift 

Strange socio bennies

I was showered in unseen profit

A fist of war waged in egg warm belly 

Struggling through soul stops

Passing lights and trains flashing ghetto wet sceneries

Accepting my bottle of screws to kneel

Forty-five degrees from the Angels of Ignorance

In the end there will be a pirate's blue widow to lead me away

A headless hound to grant my safe haven 'cross dark

Waters of reed

No language to speak 

Just green sabotage beneath... 

But I WILL

Still want

I will look back to an end of rippling tries

To be skilled again as a spear piercing through air insurrection

And though it costs everything to aspire

 I will live in these greater times of Nothing.