Slight Of Pen
Masterless Puppet
Gray insects swarming in my green tea
Drink to lips I swallow, gravity coats me with the disease
Black stars catapult rejection in my eyes
Capture my hate in droplets of powdered concrete
Droning toaster sings me to sleep, incineration
Pillow of nails, sprinkle fairy dust in my rambunctious head
Lock me in the magic cape of infinite theatre
Taking trips around the block, circular block making the perfect sense
Melting, humid fungus seems to penetrate capillaries
Coughing my conscious mucus into my hands, novocaine grip
Fleeing to another palace of rotten fruit, endless swarm
Each step taken, transcending layers, spilling my scarecrow straw