dammit

converse with the prehensile appendage

yeah right!
Like I'd ever divulge
my secret

the consciousness altar

I sacrificed my will
at the consciousness altar

I set free my knowledge
and ceased to pine

the shadows crept
and the settling house
wandered carelessly

calculations failed.
I did not worry.

I gave back the bridge
to the solid ground
to the pigment
to the hums and clanks

I opened the case
tugged and prodded
voiding the ills
making void the warranty

I'm stuck with the damage I've done.

overactive prophecy bomb

overtly sound
with pastel fluid
running from an open
wound

18pt on a
slice of bread

the telephone rings
the telephone rings

nourished by
disproportionate hands
full of mildly satisfying
rodent meal

the thought stings
the thought stings