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Sixteenth Love Is Gone

blue-skinned, sea-changed, you come into
the place you dreamt it all began, the
briny palace in the deeps, home of everything
you
have long
forgotten

where did you leave your heart? you found
an empty birdcage in your chest, your head
all stuffed with sawdust & glass, your eyes
missing like
the pearls you once
had in your
pockets

you’ve grown so cold as stone, your laughter
unchained but dormant, comatose, like
the wintry blood that sludges through
your veins

so sad that
you cannot
feel the feeling pulsing through the world
around you, rushing & washing as
tempests out of teapots, you once
felt all of this, but
now you’re like a
dead thing, still
as a doll
on your
bed

good night
sleep tight
don’t you dare wake up

Race the Clock

30 minutes until
30 minutes until
30 minutes until
this sweet expanse explodes
in radiant action
in radiant action
in radiant action
in this city of a thousand dreams

i’m a creep, i’m a dope
i’m a firm believer in hope
i’m a cat
caught in the middle of a balancing act

i’m a dragon, i’m a thorn
stuck in your side since the day i was born
i’m a madman until
i’m a madman until
i’m a madman until
you don’t think i’m a madman anymore

you can try if you want to
try to break & bend me like tin
but fuck, i’m not going to let you win

until it’s
30 minutes until
30 minutes until
30 minutes until
i explode on your scene
crisp & clean
& motherfucking obscene
these words reflected
these words reflected
these words reflected
& refracted in my bumblebee eyes

i’m a fragmented mind
i’m a fragmented mind
i’m a fragmented mind
i’m a fragmented mind

i’m a fragmented kind of kid

Prosper Poorly

children & chaos
fill up my dreams
like a fleet of rusted bicycles
in a submersible city
striped with green
& chased by the loneliness of insomnia

to howl in the winds of another wet summer
under turbulent clouds
pushing my heart into the mud
& the storms
oh, the storms!
my only reprieve from
the pungent sadness of humidity

don’t stop the rain
don’t stop the rain

you illuminate the broken-tooth skyline
of my midnight metropolis
insinuated with my sleep &
never to forget the children & chaos
riding the rails to
fill up my dreams
with tempests of inspiration

don’t stop the rain
don’t stop the rain

never stop the rain

Incantation in Blue With Tricks A’Plenty

let slip the cats of infinite galaxies
& wash down the fruits of our sleep
fuse the green wires that run through our veins &
bring on the magic!

too frequent the extravagant topiary
we titans of nanoscopic bursts
crash the cross we cannot bear to burn &
bring on the wonder!

if you seek to sneak a peek over the wall
& beyond the spaces between our worlds
to whirl across your most splendid teeth &
bring on the magic!

& so it begins anew
thus twicely never unknown completely forever
if you dare to desire a feverish endeavor then
bring on the wonder!

…& wonder no more about the magic we’ve decanted…

Fairyland Castaway

I’m going to tell you a story that is absolutely, positively 100% true. Gather ’round.

I first discovered Brian Froud’s book Faeries when I was in middle school. It entranced me and stimulated my dreams. Then it faded into the mists of the library in my head, until I got to college and rediscovered it. This time around, it didn’t just fascinate me, it drew me in, calling to me like a lost home. It brought an ache to my heart and strange visions to my head. I was sure that it was more than just a book, it was a reminder of some other life of mine. I’ve never really believed in past lives, but this was something else, like a parallel existence or a place I’d mostly forgotten. (Continued)

Butterfly in Amber

is this the end?

perhaps just a pause as i
you & me & everything inbetween
come to realize a truth
about the situation

there is no situation

there is only what this is
a sundering
a drifting away across the ocean
sailing to other shores
sailing away to farther shores

this is not the end

this is change
after the eye of the storm has passed
& the walls between us have crumbled
& you & i
& you & i
are no longer you & i

drifting away across the ocean
washing up on other shores
we turn to sand
& sink into the undertow

perhaps just a pause as i
you & me & nothing inbetween
just the unvarnished truth

this is not the end

this is not the end of the tale

but is this the end?