xenoflare

wandering ghosts of the seven clouds
where are you now and where do you go?
where do you sleep in these lands
when your homes here are gone?

this house is but a heart
caged in bone and brine
this tongue a dew-weeping bridge
from my world to yours

another brick of memory
a kiln of forgotten fires
cracked dreams, quiet tempest
in a pallid palace, that king feasts
and his banquet sings to the bereft

through you, thunder-god, sky-singer
old stone names whispered in a sheltered gaze
i taste this draught of my eyes so cleanly
winter's dart across these lifeless winds

embrace me
as i return to you
as a son
to this black earth

sword.

SWORD.

where is my sword - where is my mind's blade

all broken, all gone, blood-lust turned to dull rust

this is the taste of shadow-winds scattering thought-pollen across the mind-field.

water i beg for water but not this - not the devil's kiss bringing a scorpion's touch, burning these eyes - watering that insect dust, salting those poisoned fields, and now only they bloom, and very little else.

oh black-furred fang-petals gnashing gnashing

you are a sea
the sea that pretends to be bigger than me, though you are of me, that flows into me

you are a demon's maw
that plays at soothing my fear by replacing it with more of your master's wounded pride

you are a rope
that appears to tie together the past and present, but you are only a binding to bitterness

let this sea be shut with the sky
let this maw be silenced by a roar
let this rope be sundered by the way

bane
you are nothing but a cascade of jettisoned doubt
twisting my desires into disappointments
before the thunder has even been heralded by the lightning

sword

WORD

SWORDD

let this bloodsword flare

You are my opus, not my opulence

And never forget that.

I AM A WRITER SO WRITE DAMN IT

THERE IS A REASON

FIND THE REASONS

THINGS ARE FUCKED UP NOW

SO FIND THE REASONS

THINGS ARE ALL RIGHT

SO FIND THE REASONS

COME ON WOLF BOY DOGFACED SHAMAN SHADOW

HUNT HUNT HUNT

DON’T JUST SIT THERE AND LISTEN TO THE CLEAN SHIT THEY GIVE YOU IN FLAVOURS OF BLACK AND WHITE AND CHIPOTLE

FIND THE REAL FILTH

THEY THINK THEY KNOW THE REASON WITH ORIGINAL IDEAS AND WHAT THEY THINK ARE BIG REVOLUTIONARY THOUGHTS AND ASCRIBE THE REASON TO THEIR ENEMIES

FKN AMATEURS

JUST LIKE THEIR ENEMIES ARE AND DO

FKN PROFESSIONALS

BUT NO

ALL THEIR BIGGEST THOUGHTS ARE SMALLER AND LESS COLORFUL THAN THE SCOTUM OF THE FLEAS IN MY NOSTRIL

(AND WHAT, FLEAS DON’T HAVE SCROTUMS?

THESE FLEA FELLAS HAVE BALLS. NOT LIKE YOU WOULD KNOW THEM.)

THIS IS ACADEMIA

COME ON!

THERE IS IDEA SMASHING TO DO!

THERE IS DISCOURSE WHACKING!

AND (most importantly) THERE IS REBUILDING OF MEANING!

WHILE YOU ARE HAPPY TO THINK YOUR CHILDREN SLEEP SAFELY AT NIGHT, OH KIDS DISGUISED AS PARENTS

DO YOU KNOW

WHAT THEY THINK OF WHILE THEIR RIGHT HANDS MARCH TO PHANTOM EROS?

OR THOSE BLOOD APES YOU CALL YOUR BOSSES

YOUR KINGS YOU ENSHRINE WITH THRONES AND SWORDS APLENTY FORGED FROM TEMPERED COINS

GROPE

Gahhhhhh forgotten children in nameless streets

Nameleeeesssss whiporwhill winddd gun reality shotokan karate me in face with roundhouse taser

Not here to find a fortune

Just here to find the truth

So damn it damn you all

I’ll find you.

Evcen though I am part of you

I am swimming in you city

Grope

Why
Do
You
All
leave

That is the mystery