PASAQALIA II

Pay for the pink weight living in the mother of an underage Caving and entraining all the pearls so the peals vibrate in the sun as it falls away Digging in red ground Hurling my tears at a bronze crown Making all the motions of a chosen has been Wearing the clothes of a cryogenic copper sound I break with tradition I claim my right to scream a world history I crush the buckles burst the seals and have my way with a tattered scroll You'll never understand that lemmings unfurled all over my flatscreen I gave you my heart You never even know that you ate me We started cracking the ice at the surface I slide right out with my warm skin Soft and tender big eyes, blue lungs gyrating with vocabulary in a van I feel i belong with the statues who gave their undergarments to velvet economies I stay in a bed with a columnist dead to the tourniquet that gave me a coal to eat I stay in the game thought i don't know whether the citadel will hold up another day I make love to the insects shredding the sky with legs cerulean I forget the numb of meaning Whispering oracles to the sea Owls of Minerva perched on my shoulder whispering into my eyes I could use a suggestion right now I trade five hundred nebulas for a formula that fascinates me Under the law I should have been a curtain protecting the children from the rain Pissing out flecks of paint One more page of connections between heterogenous goals I believe i'll never achieve because i'm everybody Swinging in the air The things i've endured i'd never wish upon anyone I've seen all the ways that lies eviscarate the eyes of children Who believe in waiting for the day that's never going to come

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025