Two U-turns Make a Loop
Give me a high salt diet
Or I suppose I could eat
Lightning only I can see (striking)
To laugh freely and love those who laugh freely
And laugh ironically
And chew up irony until it isn’t irony anymore
And yeah, I’ll swallow anyway
An orgasm of Guinness and self-loathing
Ride that wave then, dare ya
X
Ah, the good ship Shellshock
Fuck me, I thought that was all a bit easy
“You’re looking well”
Yes
No energy for self-preservation means
No stress about self-preservation
The bags seen lifted and lines seen uncreased
They’re an afterthought
And now a fruitful mucus — peacefulness!
— Coats and caresses my organs
No longer nourished by torture (yes, even my own)
Metal (mettle?) tempered (diluted?), softer
X
I demanded front row seats
To my own execution
And was optimistic that I’d get out without scathe
Or debasement
Flagellation — that blackest of magicks
Mine to command? Something to wield? You should listen to
My brittle laughter tinkle down the drain
(Sat down) in (among) the shower(s), toll taxed
Extracted
Eyes only for their kind and kindred
Two vessels to witness, alienazure
Veins electric and sprawling over you like
Skeins of gossamer, Wisteria
X
If you wish time to go slower there’s no
Need for the gnostic, no
Need for any power posited at the tip of each finger
Just do the opposite of slowing down — of trying to shackle time, unruly
Spend more of it — speed it up
Fill it and fill your mouth with the taste
Of a love both transient and of permanence
In memory and in possibility accelerate all time, forever, and then
Pray
That you come
Full circle
And can
Begin
Again
