Shattered stones, the waters bound Hushed be wind, the roots unwound Ichor bled, from sea and sky From space and earth, til wet was shy On that fire, supped and filled And with the remnants, pyres trilled From the carcass, dark and glassed A fleshspun spire by hunger massed.
Sculpted stone to rend the meal It the mind to bake the wheel Culinary engines whirl and pur No captive to the hungry fur Thence to mine the tynes of night To cast the seeds up to the heights
The barren plane, hushed and vast The arrow flies and must be passed The stage of contest, endless night The dark undone in curtains flight Threads of thought, like gold out-spun Threads of thought, to braid the sun To sculpt the stars, like wetted clay To hold the seasons, one must pay Coinage flowing—slick and red… Continue reading To Sculpt The Stars
I Where sags the sun in its refrain To pour its gleam on glassy sea; Where lacteal pink in sky and deep Will merge upon the doubling main; Where plaited at the circlet fringe, Twin orbs will sear where one had sunk, A storm released one day in fury, Diffusing in its neutral hue Across… Continue reading Ysatters-Kasja
“Gimme some sweet!” we scream blessed by your MAD words BAD words GLAD words SAD letting them scorch palates y quemar nuestros labios like Holy Wafers in the Devil’s mouth. Give us a taste of life your loco— salty and caramel-kissed— with every candy-flip of the page forming crystalizations of lithium-pink opiate rock (candy) on… Continue reading Cajeta (Gimme Some Sweet!)
I. AI! AI! AI! Sated with stolen life, emerged from mother’s Night, there is longing to be free from the warmth of darkened humours-- to be crowned by The Light of Artificial Gods. Our worlds quake and rip, tossing us upon gory shores beyond fertile crests, illuminated by a cold Sun. Messengers sweep down in… Continue reading AI! AI! AI! (A Tartarus for Youth)
♦ the grotesqueries of the bad icari find no purchase in our distal sky we move too fast so protean-sleek metal talons tearing their fragile beaks ♦