Once, upon, a crime, unconscionable, grime, started to, eat away, at me; mouldy. But, I said, “I am fine. At least none of the time.” as, the snows, set, in gray, mixed, with, green, coldly.
Twice, upon, a shrine, I battled, a couple, of, faces, seperated, by, a, single, line. They, went, by, the name, of, Janus. Cries, and, prattles, of, zodiac signs, and, serrated intent, cut, through, lives, of, nine, and, cats, had, twelve kittens, in, their places.
Thrice, upon, a shine, a magic number, frequented, and, a trio, of, doored futures, occurred. There, was, one, boring, benign, and, one, unrelented, and, a final one, so, silly, that, it, was, absurd. I, asked for, none of them, instead, for, the windows, above, them. So, I, cleaned, polished, and, brushed, them. Then, as, I, declined, the Moon, presented, a fourth option, deferred. It, was, a future, of, mine, as, free, and, uncemented, as, the, upward, cascading, ghost, of, a bird.
And, finally, hencefourth, upon, that, which, is, divine, I, now, fly, over, and, across, universal divides, filled, with, sky, knowing, that, in, every, teardrop, that, I cry, lives, great, galaxies, of, wondrous, light, and, that, my sadness, creates, the forces, of, life.
I, awoke, steeped, in, a, damp, open-grave, as, unimport, and, hungover, as, an, imperial-slave. The, ship’s, surrendering, mast, wrapped, around, a, wreckaged, unpieced, mishap. The, dispirited, bow, of, a, capsized, night’s, deeds, unforgiving, and, the, bottled, land, of, the, imperiled, living, I, spuriously, sent, as, far, as, I, could, away. I, knelt, in, paradigm-shifting, waves, and, I, prayed, on, an, upset, desolate, sea, for, safe-passage, to, some, better, person’s, day.
Written by Callum Featherstone To capture, nurse, and, hold, the unfairness of it all. The rapturous, coal- heartedness, of Hellish snares, beneath, the Mall. When, afterwards, those cauldrons, spout nightly mares, of, bridled gall. The captor cursed, his embold- ened heir, is, a; hairless toupee, sheared, and, effortlessly, shorn. The flesh, is, pierced, […]
Furring clasps, around; synapses. The servitude, of, stroke-ing, lost selves. Capital flesh, is, imprisoned, in, the cholesterol, of, shop aisles. It collapses. “There’s, MORE, in the back… Hurry up!! Stop thinking… Stock the shelves!!”