Smoke fills me as it tickles on their back. I get up and hold his blade to my face. We stop not getting anywhere. The bed is right there. I can still see it. Hooks Dig into my flesh. PULLING. Again she is on the bed. The hair has returned. And it wafts into myContinue reading “That’s Fine Tobacco”
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Pinocchio
The Puppeteer’s great eyeball stares at me from behind As its eyelashes scratch my shoulders I feel myself recoil at the smell wafting from his great maw of yellowing teeth I’m scared and don’t know what to do Again and again hands grasp at my own I am now a marionette and these sheets areContinue reading “Pinocchio”
Bed Poem #3
Alone but not alone enough. I am tangled in a web of blue sheets. I look at the moon. I want to see where they go, I want to see the field of grass in the night that looks like a great maw of teeth that engulfs me. Striving to connect, I attempt to restoreContinue reading “Bed Poem #3”
The Android
There is an android perched at the bottom of a pit outside the city of man As she is suspended from school in a spider’s web He glares into flesh laden windows at the sight of parents tucking their children into bed The next morning she tucks its parents into the day.
The Robot Ship
So wretched is the the crew of the robot ship The skeletons of androids A simulacra of nothing An angry Poseidon descends from the deep to face the nothings As they are consumed and reborn by the roaring fires of the robot ship Trapped in an eternal state of becoming Induced by Poseidon’s spell AsContinue reading “The Robot Ship”