Good Partner

"Stoics are the bones of us"

I spoke softly

To ease a roaring ocean

Tidal waves clawing for breath

Farewell to your beauty

Farewell to your heinous

Farewell to your sick

Farewell to your tears

Farewell to your bruises

Farewell to your unscathed girls

Farewell to your banks

Farewell to your dark parents

Farewell to your tantrums

Farewell to your legends

Farewell to your myths

Farewell to your science

Farewell to your godless prophet

Farewell to your rock

Farewell to your desperate brother

Farewell to your teen idols

Farewell to your fried feasts

Farewell to your business

Farewell to your Manipulation

Farewell to you at twenty

And I'll meet you with my one-line grin

Where still waters still run deep

Then perhaps you can call me friend

And I'll tell you about my dreams 

Biographies of...

The high noon came like lightning

and thrust tentacles of life

into the barrel chests of midday manikins

Lit up like Spartans

they frenzied amidst their townspeople

consuming fish bones

, sour grapes

, labor

and all unloved things

to prove it was never so

; unloved things

and manikins

The Monster & the Machine: The Monster's Prophecy (IV)

"Do you understand now?"

Its fangs dripped with my glints of dawn as we sat in the
     winter's silence

"Are you still now? Are you obsidian?"

I feared we would regret this; with our heartless futures and
     unspoken songs

"We will live enough."

But what of the Astrologer's prophecy?

"I am your eternity. I am your prophet."

I meandered and meditated and mourned for our
     decimated carnations

"Your carnations, not mine. I will make you a king."

The Monster circled me stalking my words and my wants and my
     imagined destinies

"Are you obsidian?"

And it stretched forth a talon riddled claw

With all my fighting will I could not deny the neon pigments
     shown through a Kryptonite God

"Do you understand now?"

Here the tales of EveryCity were told

Here is where the EveryColor was born

Iridescence was us

"All the god and universe you could dream of..."

So I flailed out a hand, all rotten with apathy and intellect

And the Monster gripped it feverously with prophetic knowledge
     of black days

Throwing up my limb, stripped naked, the Monster declared
     new order

"All hail."

The Monster fused with me and vindicated my birth and became
     my father

                                                                       Spring had come.