Myths of dragons and eternity

 oh thickness 
thickness of space
rise time dragon of ills and 
rise and fly monster

obscure the moon with your wings
burn the city down by accident
in the thickness of your flame
unintended massive fire

thickness of crux
Heart's central whim
moon exposed
technical error

Just one correction waiting
so distilled in you
longing to be healed
boiled lolly spoke the toothless

just to walk said the paralyzed
Life backward the old man laughed
Life backward marveled God himself
A voice screamed the tongueless

Just one correction in all of you
handpicked by the accident that befell you
Pulling you out screaming for second chances
as we force the medicine down your throat

In ignorance for
as we look at all of you
there's more scar tissue than unaffected flesh
all mirrored exactly in the heart

To think clearly said the dullard
looking up to the ceiling as if the answer would be written there
Just a twisting a wringing of your insides
a microchip in the brain

To disallow your impulse responses from steering you
toward the same place you typically crash
Life's path lived backwards you humm 
The tongueless screams

eternity gets up off the sofa and puts a coffee on
he turns around to give you a few decades of mockery
You sat at that table and wrote into existance
as eternity dictated pre caffeine

wings and scales and lungs full of gasoline
flying to the glow far over the horizon
To some city that forgot you existed

My first strong disciple

 His cheeks were swollen
these early years are in him
The feast of youth
the guessing game life verily becomes

the confusion locked in
yet through it bursts of glee and amusement
none of that anger and regret
the tehoro grass is knee high

The blue sky has aged though
pale and warm the sun abrasive
like the old failed teachers once ours
under willows wasting life away

remember it like headlights on 
Some high potential motor humming
wake your mind
Don't just glare out here at life

searching for a semblance
A logical arguement for existance
besides all of these oversweetened treats
wrapped in the dogma that reeks from down the street

can you maintain your grin and it's taste
Emulate the others and keep a straight face
never revealing those secrets that deepen and span
the younger you decided gave yourself the upper hand

Strangle me with the dangling string of our reality
Yet the layers of the universe just peel away here
Years of weakness and denial
I seem to be able to turn back the dial

Not to right the wrongs
but to slip into your petri dish minds
to plant crippling nostalgia
with a finger inside each epoch

struggle to vomit
grin slowly melts cheeks well reddened
Blue sky still cloudless point out
How then is it turning grey

The image starts to shudder
first pleasantly and  delicately
Until it humms and vibrates a life into itself
creating a tunnel vision slowly swallowing up your memories

So you can come back and repeat it all with me again on the big blue
Until we get it right

Moving to the periphery

 The map wouldn't show me
what I needed to acquire
The mall above the river
The long heavy gardens

The lost people
Their simplicity guaranteeing their slavery
their lack of curiosity
their smooth purgatory

I found the ground plans for the house
Even the address
The house is so hard to locate
It wants to know if it will be a piece of me

I looked at the neighborhood
a teengager still a wee goofy
To be bound and forced into ambition
thriving in the semi conscious human rush

looking up in a daze
The dose of his surroundings much too strong
yet he'll have the insight of many
after he comes around

the warehouse like structures
without walls filled with kitchens
and work stations
working toward being some form of community

Will I land like lightening here
shock the inhabitants
That trip under my tongue
several waves of euphoria

embed myself here as upward moving serpent
through their minds as they attempt to imagine
An impossible feat
the closest they come is fear

swarming their senses
Perforating their grasp
swimming in their false humility
electrifying and activating their latent psychosis

The late night reception

 The party would go almost till morning
all leap in attempting conversation
lowlights illuminate just enough
murmuring rooms

Instead of sleep
we hold wakefulness
imbibe and flatter
then sourly toss a quip

a well conceived double compliment
the boredom of this duration
inches us closer to the drama
one might possess like jewelry

The recepetion was cheery
then as the night progressed
rooms emptied
People sought beds

To pretend things had gone otherwise
to assure themselves of their place
beds turned to stretchers
throats called guttural for nurses

negligence is tangible
It takes on the form 
unknown punishment
People check themselves out

ripping out ivs and making their way home
What a party indeed

Feast of mabus

 Wake of the overlords cape millions maimed
selected to swallow what remained to be claimed
like food on a table a finger doth percuss
poison divine descent of mabus

The fires of broken syria
light up his face clenched in fury
the limit and the resistance
Only perpetuate egregious visions

The soothsayers blanket
warms the dim born lain under
threads of lies sewn for slumber
a hundred nations asunder

Twist these circling vultures of propaganda
invite them to ground divide and plunder
choreographed bloodshed 
These conventional gauntlets

Sweet burgeoning of Ukraine
The flowing missiles borderland grieving
crushing fruitful death brazen seething
Vehement truth in violence

summoning Mabus
I see him up on the stage tasting the air
flags wavering to a breeze he commands
these light skirmishes will not compare

to the oncoming dark warfare
The very knife pushed against your chest
Justly to extort lockstep east reactive west
The signs point as does the sanctified virgin

israel bends and curves so we can deploy
The machinery colossal war employs
The rise of the feast harrowing
An epoch for devouring

Yearning for Mabus to overthrow it all
words that anchor cannons, panoply unfurl
A monumental holocaust faces clenched
distant explosions light our faces

The feast of mabus

Sharp as a friend

 During the stitch
the skin and the material
eye of the eagle
eye of the needle

the camel's back
cambrian drone
Lakes shimmering
reflecting humaness

The shape of an insult
dowsed in oil
to slip into the ear
torrid reflexion

during the stitch
A god appears through the fabric
sharp through
sewing us altogether

wax all over the sheet
melting off in the fire
The stitch holding fast
the point of it all

Regardless

 His pants were too big for him
back then we were poor
so he'd need to wear whatever came down from me
and my stuff came from cousins well off

He'd bite to soothe some unrest within his heart
Yet I saw him pale and real not violent
Becoming obsessed with certain things
seeing only the good in me

sitting alone in the lounge
the haze of daycloud his spotlight
lighting up his symmetrical fringe
imitating me like a parrot

A will of granite in the awkward body of a child
He'd go forth into the fire of the dare
and we'd both face hell for it
me Starting the chaos and he erupting it

Now he sees the weakness in me
I in him
the disconnection 
a low symphony of preliminary regret