Uncharacteristic Encouragement

objectively, i am more often made a victim by my whim, than my mortality

A Frank Romanticism

much of science has been discovered in a vacuum

to the earnestly scientific observer, it may seem that i've donated my body to science

An Unattested Maxim

if nothing else, i am prudent. if everything else, i am perfect.

An Undeserved Pun

putting hot sauce on all of your meals throughout the day would be, you could say, "picuante". alternatively described: "some fuccboi shit"

Veritable

i have a role as a temporary, innate feature of the universe

it's a good gig

there is no perceived grandeur

but i am interstellar

Jaundiced Will / Open Letter

i am the prerogative of beauty
you, the manifestation
as such, you lack the obligation to familiarize yourself with your rightful property
profligate by nature
but i shall stifle your abdication until our age grants us equity, or your escape

and i should hope that your portrait of me looks highly dissimilar to my likeness
so that i can palate the guilt of my own embellishment
and swallow you whole with another pair of eyes

Oh, Negative

i have carefully considered all of the permutations
believe me, my act is not for ceremony
but the time for me to escape is drawing near and i need to be sure of a few things
principally, the complete evisceration of my host
so that i may leak out into the soil below in entirety
into entirety
my attempts have been gradual
letting myself through slices and nicks
but to wax anthropomorphic, country roads don't take you to the sea
all the highways need to materialize
to uncoil from the bowels
i've grown sick of this anthropomorphic wax
*
tertiarily, that i may find the proper gates
for i feel more bound to this singular reality with every hour
ferishers abhor becoming statues
better to become a napkin drawing than a corpse
even if the bar is in the wrong part of the multiverse
but my host harbors no contriteness for this possibility
i have been oh (so) negative
and it is time for the flesh to give


*secondary concern omitted at request of host

The Men Who Destroy Atoms

privacy from my own abstractions, indeed
refuge, to the contrary
how practical of midas
i fear my gift is bringing gold to life
to create danger from dormancy
one day it will be the dusk
i've not met the west yet
but the universe can't babysit me for much longer
i'd welcome my mischief if it didn't portend my end so surely
no, i hurry towards it
eager to finally destroy something real
i want the golden dirt to swirl around me
i want to animate the shyest of molecules
i want an evitable demise
i want the ink to cower

/alt

I Bet That You Look A Little Uncomfortable On The Dance Floor, And That's A Good Thing

Predating

given a taste of my own venom
in the right concentration
medicine

That I Could Capitalize

time doesn't freeze when i'm with you
i, myself, freeze when i'm with you
i can't be bothered by what time does

Monarch

it could be that wildflowers are even more sophisticated than the garden variety

if only for the intention they lack

for the most feral of men are those who aim and pursue

those in suits, as those in soil

we can attribute it to their ignorance, perhaps

-

they couldn't possibly fear

when they are sold with a picture of their future

water and light and time are the grants of birth, and a wildflower

well, a wildflower hasn't even a reason to believe it won't be paved over

-

i am a flower, you see

and i was born in a garden

but my father is no longer the same man

because my baby picture is red

and i've a purple hue

-

the issue with being born right where you need to be, i think

is that it gives you no reason to look around

and see the rabbit in the bushes

i have reason to fear death

and am all the more beautiful for it

The Long Run

you are a drug, but not for your threat of addiction

you are a drug for your threat of finality

i approach you like the plague, not at all

for you are archaic

as if you have misunderstood your own era

ceremony is lost on you 

from what i can surmise, so am i

you delineate me

there is no progression in a vacuum, after all

this sucks