Light, the thing's wretched. Etches in and burns my eyes. Drowsy lids flicker.
Pinch and pluck the stem. Inspect the bud before you. Did it scream or sigh?
I don't think well enough Not at the expectations of success She peers down at my exoskeletal form Surely her red ribbon of a mouth Waves into a snarl of silk In contempt For I am inept And unworthy of the step; Her crushing mastery One she masterfully honed And it is I alone Who… Continue reading A Moment
Saunter into place Whipping those cascading drapes Strike a pose so fierce As those glaring eyes pierce through The screen that shields you no more.
Mold into form To form the molds Fold the flaps To flap the folds If shape were unlike shapes but shape none the less Then I'd ape much like apes but an ape in dress I think Tarzan the man managed the same The mess of a dress owned by Jane She wore in the… Continue reading Sleepy Slurs #6: Paradise Lost
Why is it that I Am so different that I Can't challenge your norms?
I have been decieved world stood still in fantasies 'neath the firmament of fixed stars and stable plans then came telescope and man Believe