in the palace of the home

dauntless tasking

notional shunnings of rain

of sunlight

the ebb and flow of drafting

of draftlings

 

hearthenings and seconds

comforts divined

so crazy

it makes almost sane people go sane

personally

it one of the prettiest things

is an infinity mirror

and unlit room

with a single flame 

and the room itself

spun

the flash of life before my eyes

always dying

in discrete frames of tide

Iain. M. Banksy 

is the greatest 

imaginary 

artist who 

ever 

that actually 

is. 

i'm not funny, not that i wish i wasn't. 

do you know what lightning is? 

in this i swim. 

rage and brotherhood

motherhood and sin 

over here in America

post-orwellian

somebody just shoot Putin

and everyone thank

whoever that is

*pronounced with a short u

the char of the chart

the carta

the charm before the char

the charma

der deer der

der 

deer

der

der deer

der          der

                                      der

 

soft like the flat of a razor
soft like the tip of a whip

soft like a rose-wooded arrow
soft like a sinking ship

 

ad nauseum ad infinitum

blah blah blah

look at me, penelope