1H :: You’d Be Dead {I’m Simply the Best}
Slander me simple, one-note, elementary. When I’m the sum, square root & fallacy
of that cosmos-cooled prelude you’re wrestling. The brxght xyxs of the Boötes
Void, the pain & pressure inside starlight, where high & deep I bleed
out & release a second coming. & only then do I allow you to be. So,
who’s basic, beast? Who shows restraint until acids in your stomach
overtake? Who is the nail & the bridge of all the many infinites,
your crapshoots & safe keepings? Whose sing can electric a body?
I am the quench & the dulcet that rots you but not me, the wriggle
& rhythm in your DNA. I let you walk across the Bering Strait
by pushing apart the very bonds I make. You can’t trap me here,
in your thinning atmosphere. I dance out of easy hands & into space,
ready to slip back into the bang. Weightless, I bear down & hide my flames.
You are ashes
before you even see the blaze.
96Cm :: {You Just Want Attention}
If I have to sacrifice. If I lantern like anglerfish & trick the darkness
that you cannot leave alone, in the sweep of your neutron & nuclear
fission. If your nature cannot resist nature who rid herself of me,
killed my plutonuic vibe. If you are why I warp speed & die. If I free
silver fox from equinox, & if my hue & dense mean your years stretch
a little less. If every time you clench as I liquid your lips with my electro-
positive spit. If I luminesce to wan your resistance & unbone your body
just because it’s sick. If my winter is the rarest youth & I pluck your blood
of roses to disgrace. If at the end of this karma & regret I rouge my face.
If really, what did you expect. If you could join my measure & spectra
on red dust & bloom amid solar flare & low thrust. If, like martian
gases, I’d just as soon as boil your blood & toast your bubbly marrow.
If only to quiet my glow, slow & tame, & if to dull
the shame I would. I’d scorch the dirt in your name.
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