I feel like a robot
Like a machine
Unfortunately for you
I malfunction too often
Might as well throw me with the scrap metal
Create something better for your sick game
And the multiverse crumbles
Into dust; Fades away
To bring everything
Back to nothing once more
There once was a man with metal skin.
He shined so brilliantly, being made of tin.
Hard and rigid, he strides vertically, and upright.
The wind and the rain give him quite a fight.
He kept the scrapings of his daily rust,
But the son of a welder makes him hard to trust.
The heat waves begin behind torrential downpours.
Nature’s way of mothering. Punishing.
Lust of October’s offspring kiss you gently while the lunar eclipse filters your night shadow completely gone.
I can only imagine how deliberately you collect the rain this summer.
Drowning in the puddle so pathetically.
They found my mangled body three townships over
With my lacerated fingers arranged so peculiarly
Across my bloated chest as warning for the others.
“Faggot”, it spelled in decay. Crimson blood crusted brown
With the Earth and the air. I stand there transparent,
Looking back at my icy, pale countenance.
My murderer left only my face unscathed. Perhaps
He felt the Rigor Mortis would tell my tale, but when
They got to me for the investigators to poke and prod,
Liver Mortis and a shattered ribcage shows no mercy.
Dilletante soul watches them cut open the remains
As they preform the autopsy. I am trapped here, unable
To dissipate into the astral planes surrounding us.
Frozen in Earth time. An ensnared, incomplete magnetic mass.
Eternally mangled, just like my body, left for the maggots.
Let the oceans eat the stars and regurgitate black holes to devour the grid lines transcending the universe. Parallels who never cross while the whore perpendiculars weave in and out of fucks. Astral planes fucking. Intersection. An algorithm of earthly mixtures. I had imagined cubes of meaning, but saw nothing but distortion. Eyes are staring, gazing, but not piercing. Clouds inhale ghosts and exhale fetuses. Demi-gods of this universe. Using their power to move the distant tunnel-vision light closer and closer. An ambiance of water. The salt saliva of the oceans hurl me back to you as the black hole.
I’ll never forget
The way you screamed
When your cock
Was in the back of my
Three separate persons.
Two sets of hearts, beating in
Rhythm. Triangle art. A missing
Connector piece unnecessary to
Connect proves that no structure
Should be set.
The more the better.
And then evaporate.
I’ll dig my nails under your rib cage
And pull with my greatest force.
Your insides will be outside and I’ll bathe in your excretions and gnaw on the bones. How sweet the red tastes as it dries on my tongue.
Better than cum.