Oct 19, 2014

Smoggy w/ a Chance of Fiery Death

My teeth are swords! My claws are spears! My wings are a hurricane!


the moon in the sky is an eye in a river it sees sliding
by or a skunk in the trunk of a cinnamon tree
he sd, we can't stop here, who's stopping ? Never
tell a tale that it's over or make it so tall that it shivers
and makes of itself an emblem of dynamization
in closed-eyed visions of ere and then and when
when timeternity's chains wheels seeds and gears
grind in black opaque revolve and winds wind revolving

the sky in the river a wing or a tail or a claw or an eye
by its shine and colour you see it's a thing for scrying
he sd, who are you, why are you here and you were trying
to hide but you couldn't because of the bolt of the fire
that from him showed him in all of his decadent glory
who taloned and vast laid waste, breathing, flying


10.19.14