i write poetry sometimes. it might not be all that good, but i like doing it, and sometimes people like to read it. this is where i keep it all in one spot.
۰꒷꒦⏝꒷꒦.⏝꒷۰★۰꒷꒦⏝꒷꒦.⏝꒷۰
sternum, rib, sacrum and maxillae
any bone will do
femur, cordal, cuboid and fibula
as long as it's from me to you
any bone will do
unbroken or whole, spiraling fractures
as long as it’s from me to you
take what makes you whole
unbroken or whole, spiraling fractures
would a molar or incisor count?
take what makes you whole
glockenspiel cacophony of calcium and collagen
would a molar or incisor count?
there’s wisdom teeth to spare
glockenspiel cacophony of calcium and collagen
sternum, rib, sacrum and maxillae
۰꒷꒦⏝꒷꒦.⏝꒷۰★۰꒷꒦⏝꒷꒦.⏝꒷۰
right now i’m
tempted to test
how long i can last
if i can leave the nest
though i do want to try
and i do want to fly
right now i can bet
that now is not yet
۰꒷꒦⏝꒷꒦.⏝꒷۰★۰꒷꒦⏝꒷꒦.⏝꒷۰
Graphite spun in a wheel, shred until a fine point end
Graphite spun in a wheel, shred until a fine point end
I use it to write an itinerary of integers
I use it to write an itinerary of integers
In a graphite itinerary, spun, shred, fine
An integer’s wheel, I use it, write until to a point of end
The wandering office halls painted empty echoing yellow
The wandering office halls painted empty echoing yellow
Counting up to infinity and still never moving
Counting up to infinity and still never moving
Wandering yellow painted infinity up to the office halls
Moving and still counting, never empty, echoing
Let them see what I think and my mind is
Let them see what I think and my mind is
Hear the numbers ticking up towards an end
Hear the numbers ticking up towards an end
Let an end I see ticking and my mind is up towards
What the numbers think, hear them
My mind ticking towards integers in an itinerary up to infinity.
Counting, I use it and think numbers until
Office halls hear a moving point to graphite,
And shred up a fine yellow I painted wandering.
Write of what an empty, still wheel echoing spun.
Let them see the end is never the end.
۰꒷꒦⏝꒷꒦.⏝꒷۰★۰꒷꒦⏝꒷꒦.⏝꒷۰
ministrations towards the shadowy divine
take my hand into the beautiful and terrifying
fox smile building monstrous things, yet benign
answers sought with a cost not yet known
badge of shame presented as honour
disillusioned with how it is and has been
two souls intertwined, lambs to the slaughter
۰꒷꒦⏝꒷꒦.⏝꒷۰★۰꒷꒦⏝꒷꒦.⏝꒷۰
You are so so small
Angry vibrating pancake
Squeak your terror song
۰꒷꒦⏝꒷꒦.⏝꒷۰★۰꒷꒦⏝꒷꒦.⏝꒷۰