Terrible No Beauty
Transformed utterly: indeed it was transformed.
Terrible no beauty: cinder mountain's majesty blown ember waves.
Mother is carbon. I knew her as skin.
Like I recall that car I’d sweated hours to possess. Like I recall my wife: my lover’s knees: the postman’s odd resemblance to my daughter: the colorful Everythings before light haemorrhaged.
Flooding melt of too much so-much: disintegration-fade.
It was all just skin.
Same old same old: idiots with matches playing god: igniting sudden-empty: silent-breathless: burnt black Dawn.
Grisly. The Sun also rises -- counterfeit coined -- behind a pall.
Hands no longer look like hands nor eyes resemble what eyes once knew.
Transformed: transformed utterly to turds of coal: the world a marshmallow of burn dropped dead from Mother’s iron womb.
Sere after-earth. Spit on the ashes. Your white hot stumps.
Cursive Fortune Cookie
Before ideas went bad: before ridiculous notions of generals in hats: my Shadow fled the mirror: zip-zap-gone: god-knows-where...
I'd made an impression: or dream-imagined memories of Me vague-brief as sleep.
Woke up devastated and alarmed: the 20 years that passed through Night were Yesterday ten years ago. Had been. Was.
Failing to cultivate Selective Consciousness I remain mired in situations on the ground.
Fruit of Occur
Despair distilled of sad. Wine of Know turned vinegar Now.
Fruit of occur: no scent no bloom: origin empty.
Matter – stark mad dark – metastasized: full-bloat increase unto pregnant Void.
Those who invent History tend to delete it. Eradicate you with a mouse-click keystroke dead-link subject to oversight by Editors who hate you.
There was a Time: it's gone.
But On Sale Today through Next Time: pain-kill pills and terror: theft of Identity construct (bureaucro-systemic amnesia).
They'll slash yer credit to yer toe-nails – postmortems rarely pay-up. They'll render you post facto: DNA unclaimed: your name null-void: a number irrational beyond equation: illegible to machines.
So here's your Now now: enjoy: don't blow a bender play it safe: choose door one-two: sell lady mortgage tiger. Time is money-season: ticktock-tick a bomb.
Burn in infer.
First things first is figure out who you were. Punctuation space: hiatus of character – still: yet: again. The cracked Eternal over-easy. Infinite Ever-After.
Vape of e-lectronic cigarette the clock-watcher's impatient suck: killing (at least wounding? hardly a scratch really) Time.
Before page-glut deletion-crunch per data-measures of Determine: before everything useless crumpled tossed.
For the last time I implore you:
please restrict your hat:
forbid it entry to the hat-club.
Correct me if I'm wrong again
but: say you're sorry.
And for god-sake mean it:
all will be forgiven.
I love you dearly
tell me what you're thinking.
tell me what you feel.