this is golden boy

he was found cold and wet and he was very afraid of people

we took him in and fed him and gave him blankets and lots of reward systems

pretty soon his optimism spread like a virus

and now his smile, color, and height

obliterate dissent in groups

it didn't take him long to learn that life could be good

he is very friendly and kisses everyone

but mostly he loves to eat and play

he remembers nothing of his original state

he no longer even comprehends suffering

thanks to the kind contributions of people like you

virus replicates
deer gives birth
wall is built
by whom

rock was
quasar is
being becomes
purpose applied
by whom
to whom

it's you
are you
you are
then not
not you
but are

"i look fat in this one..." she thought
but what she post
dumb dreaming bitch
phasing in and out of extinction for likes likes likes
do the glitter of her death throes dazzle
baby baby 👶
death death 💀
need 💎
make god rue the day she rested
mad prismatic validates rates wails for attention
#blessed to impress bluelit excess

we are

we are synthesized
and soon realize
that time never gives back

we are created
and then donated
to Living, forcibly
to enduring facticity

we are loaned our selves
and we borrow death
or is it theft
some go to the light,
unbereft
you choose right
i go left

Now isn't the time or treason to say yes or no when maybe is what we need. The joy of sex of gun and bullet, the curiosity, the cunt of it. The pain no gain and disregard. The lack of control smacks of control. Go beyond hello, a casual remark leaves no mark. The abandonment. What would you know, you weigh it up, but can't keep count.


They’ve got a way to fix it
I’ve been hearing great things but
It’s inexplicable and
Cost-prohibitive and
Death-definitive

Do you want to look into it cuz
Your head’s not on right
Can you see that, look
Here, there

Is a thing that’ll help
Ask your doctor
If it's right for you
But it’s less a pill and
More a belief -
More like delusion

Than relief

my hands soar over water
across islands
born and unborn
from and back to the black horizon
i lay crystalline lace
over magma
mossy visages of rock
living mortals
and their ruined gods
do i tire?
there is no leaving the loom
while there is light in this day
there is light in my eyes
unblinking seeking sewing
the invisible pattern

i make, unmake, and am made

i want you to take
nice easy breaths
in through your nose
and out through your mouth
i'm going to put my hands
here

and

here

and place just a few fingers here

and

here

just feeling for specific areas that may be holding
negative energy
perhaps here

or

here

down on your chin
over here

and

here

moving up your cheek
to alleviate any stress
much of this tension appears
to be spreading

focus on the air
leaving your lungs
'til it begins to soften
i'll be very careful
you're in the early
stages of annihilation
feel my hand
here

and