God, What I Have Wrought to Love You

The dream we had was garlic breath
That everyone could smell
We carried it on public transportation
The passengers could tell

The arms outstretched in worship
The indents where I knelt
Sea birds bickering their sea bird Babylons
Their Sisyphean health

Cradle to fable to table 


Tantalus

Quartz of the Obeisance

You may never change or get better
What you are now you may stay forever
Opportunities drill such holes in your mind
What you may leave behind terrifies
And if you never became?
Stayed this sad souffle?
The exact same ways
You've always been lame
Will you look into the jungle that you call a life?
Love yourself from the duck blind like a scientist might?

Dearth Dredge

My lover in slumber,
Don't give in to their mischief
You won't recover
All your angles or your bones

Complexus

The Mothers of Terrible Things

The closet of disguises with clothes in all sizes.

The Known as Brittle Caulk

Downtempo musician and occasional human being.

Unimatrix Null

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