January 2026
1000 toxic traits upon an imprinted mellow sky red barn-drive, flashing open oak in arrogant recollection
what's to sing about, introspection? when intros have been fumigated inspected under the magnifying glass
and let to burn exacerbating mutant pasts, clarinet rings sharp bright in the cloudless bank of non-being nothing
left to summer over or suffer
Hangs heavy under empty rotted hallway stained ceiling cigarette crayons drawing out in aimlessly and nothing comes of it
meaningless cause I'm sidelined by Spirit, my Grace intuitively passing out cold in another unfinished basement
4 walls of noise and I desecrated in this poetry
I desecrated at last an unfinished assemblage of all my past foundation kicked and rotted sense-slaves
succumb to hopeless scurrying and panting to pile structure onto rubble would they ever finish the pyramid?
it stretches all the way to heaven...