Ex Nihilo

The white      
Rose        
Room is        
Gift        
Wrapped in        
Dark        
Blooms        
More prestigious
Than  
Prize      
Medals        
And        
Writing        
Awards        
        
It’s so pretty        
       
We linger        
There, as        
Our        
I’s        
Adjust        
       
Ha Ha Ha        
       
Two lumps, old        
Chap        
       
Hair        
So        
Long,        
Tangled and        
Tragic        
       
Ignore my question        
As it sits, there        
Between us,        
Gazing through the        
Curtain of your predisposed        
Poison,        
And        
From where you        
Are,        
Depletes        
Its compassion        
And        
Becomes        
Weaponized,        
Rising        
Steam        
Phantoms of        
What hurts you,        
       
       
I know,        
You’re withholding        
Your hand,        
Timorous        
Friend,        
       
I see its        
Shadow,        
Thickening        
The air        
       
Forgive this        
Blunted        
Proboscis,        
As it auger        
Sifts        
Through the        
Ragnarok        
Rubble, of your deposed        
Logos        
And all that you        
Once        
Were,        
A beautiful        
Woman        
Child,        
That was        
Ravaged,        
From you        
       
I,        
Queenside        
Castle,        
(Traditionally        
Unconventional)        
Sliding        
Crabwise,        
Across        
This        
Fragmented        
Neuro-        
tropolis,        
You’ve strewn        
Like caltrops,        
Behind you        
       
Forgive me,        
For stepping        
In your        
Rent        
Soil        
Pools of        
Fecund        
Dreams,        
I couldn’t help        
But disturb        
By        
Being        
Me        
       
Do you want truth?        
Or        
Concepts        
You’ve already        
Consumed?        
       
Hm,        
Give it a think        
       
Biological uniformity        
Does not        
Engender        
Understanding        
       
Don’t you know        
       
..        
       
Wheels are turning        
In this        
Circus        
Of haloed        
Lights        
And barker        
Sounds,        
Perched        
Upon a        
Broad        
Bladed        
Precipice        
       
I’ve grown        
So tall        
And angular        
For you,        
To step across,        
To someplace        
Higher        
       
Coal fires        
Stoked        
And burning        
In        
This        
Gilded        
Tin        
Breast        
You fed,        
And raged        
And fed        
       
Opposition        
Only        
Makes        
Me        
Stronger        
       
Don’t you know        
       
Searing        
Sparking        
Network        
Connecting        
At        
100mb        
Per second        
And        
Rising,        
From nothing        
       
..        
       
In summer,        
I,        
Flit        
From        
Shadow,        
       
Where they        
Root        
And rise,        
       
To        
Shadow,        
       
Where they        
Loom        
And lie,        
       
Do you see me        
Now?        
Dancing        
Toward you        
       
In winter,        
Raise my neck        
To the numinous        
Light        
And laugh        
And die        
       
And your face is so        
Shy        
In that        
Pallid        
Veil of        
Flesh        
And vein        
Prowled        
Trellis,        
       
Behind that        
Waterfall of        
Locks,        
       
You smoke        
And drink        
And        
Nothing        
Words        
       
Nothing words        
Pour from the        
Cool        
Throat        
Of inter-        
Galactic        
Absence        
You cultivate        
Within the white        
Rose        
Room,        
The God room        
       
Webs        
Span        
The gulf        
Between        
Our        
Fingers        
       
And me        
And you        
       
..        
       
Atmo: Mostly carbon diodes, one way highway        
Cautionary: Oxytocin release elevations        
       
I,        
Six foot two        
She was all of        
Five feet        
On her toes        
       
From where she stood        
The waning gibbous        
Moon        
Rested        
Upon my upturned        
Hand        
       
For all the truth        
In the world,        
It may have been        
       
And the leaning tower of Pisa        
Was an ancient devil's eyetooth        
       
And the sun was a grain of sand        
       
..        
       
Atmo: Mostly hydro, bound to a double oxy molly        
       
And how can this        
Be?        
That        
We        
Simul-        
Taneous-        
Ly        
Lead        
Such        
Disparate        
And yet        
Scientifically        
Homogeneous        
Lives,        
That        
Being,        
Separated by a single        
Anomalous        
Allele,        
An infinitesimally        
Micro-fibrous        
Mutation,        
Is        
A wildly far        
Flung        
Galaxy?        
       
Are you so far        
From me,        
Artemis?        
Is your bow        
So proudly        
Bent,        
So taught,        
To catch your thumb        
And fore        
Finger        
In manacles?        
       
So,        
Do        
What you have        
To,        
My friend        
       
Nemesis me        
Into an oblique        
Corner,        
For the        
Temerity        
To ask you,        
Why you’ve bled        
This        
Red        
Road        
       
There is no one        
Left        
Who breathes        
My cloven        
Tongue,        
I am jugger        
Nautical,        
True        
North,        
Chimney        
Throated        
Hoar,        
Blown        
Southerly        
       
She will never        
Relent,        
So it goes        
       
He will never rise again        
       
..        
       
Atmo: Mostly nitrogen, dispersed amidst neighboring gas and airborne metallics        
       
Eye,        
See the myth        
Of Sisyphus        
Unfolding        
Between my        
Feet,        
As,        
At least,        
Three        
Ants        
Roll a fat,        
Green        
Grape        
Down the sidewalk,        
Presumably,        
Towards        
Their subcutaneous        
Colony        
       
Also,        
Meanwhile,        
       
A murder        
Of crows, sits        
Fitfully,        
A baleful colloquium,        
Squawking,        
In a cacophony        
Of mirthless        
Laughter,        
Perched upon        
A seasonally        
Shorn        
Tree        
       
I yell,        
YOU GUYS SUCK        
And, as if        
I had elbowed        
The table, knocking the        
Remote to the        
Floor and accidentally        
Struck        
God’s magic        
Mute        
Button,        
They all        
Fall        
Silent        
       
And so,        
We stood        
Like that,        
For a spell,        
In opposed        
Regard,        
The murder,        
Twitching        
Upon the bare        
Branches,        
I, stock        
Still        
       
A chill wind        
Raps it’s hard        
Knuckles about my        
Breast, searching for        
Ingress        
And the whole felt        
Like the kalends        
Of February        
Had come,        
Woefully        
Early        
       
Just then,        
       
I,        
Remember        
Hansel and        
Gretel,        
A trail of        
Crumbs,        
To mark their        
Passage,        
As I stroll        
Along        
And every few        
Feet,        
Encounter        
A discarded        
Blue latex glove,        
Dozens,        
At least        
       
Seriously,        
Wtf?        
       
I,        
Wonder        
How such odd things        
Transpire,        
Arising,        
Coinciding,        
Seeming,        
From nothing        
       
..        
       
Ignorance me        
Into a leper        
Colony,        
You mute        
Of hearts,        
Queen of Salazen        
Grum,        
Where your trust        
Is a bivouac of        
Barbs,        
Burnt into a        
Copse,        
Amidst the wilders        
And rowan,        
Whose talons        
Slide with        
Familiar        
Comfort,        
Into untended        
Wounds,        
Welcome,        
As old        
Friends,        
Who reek        
Of plundered        
Tombs        
       
You’ve painted        
Nightmares        
Upon my        
Skin,        
Thrusting oblivious        
In your daylight        
Somnambulating        
       
Can you hear me        
In there,        
Dire        
Dreamer?        
       
It’s the groove        
I’m used to,        
So,        
Water my wan smile,        
Watch        
Its petals        
Bloom        
And draw        
       
..        
       
I spin the check        
Plate around towards        
Me and drop a        
Twenty        
       
A nice        
Tip        
And enough        
For the whole        
Party        
       
Daniel, dragon        
Level: 43        
Alignment: Neutral Good (google it)        
       
She sips in alternating        
Seasons, perhaps        
She’s        
Shrinking,        
Wintering,        
Within a deflating        
Dress,        
Who the fuck knows        
       
Everyone’s entirely separate        
Faberge        
Microcosm        
Glittered with        
Embossed images,        
In distant        
Constellations        
       
..        
       
In Spring,        
I,        
Raise my arms,        
Lift my        
Face        
To the light        
       
Make my daily        
Swim, through a        
Universe that is        
Expanding, to escape        
My grasp        
       
Its dark,        
I adjust        
       
I am madness,        
I am Daniel,        
Regardless        
       
In Fall,        
I,        
Sit        
By the reservoir,        
Warm rays        
Reach        
Through the        
Gasoline        
Haze,        
Gliding, on        
Air        
Waves        
       
Two ducks preen        
Each        
Other        
Upon        
Wind dappled        
Waters,        
Bursting,        
With blue        
       
And I,        
Am you,        
God of this        
Sleeved        
Flesh,        
And still,        
In spite        
       
Rising,        
From nothing        
       
I ask you,        
Why isn’t diversity        
A celebration        
Of perspective?        
       
Rather than,        
This,        
Pissing        
Contest        
       
I know,        
But,        
Keep it        
Close,        
Beneath        
The haloed        
Screen        
And the        
Circadian        
Big top        
Glamours and        
Gleams,        
With my        
Knowings        
       
Ha Ha Ha        
       
And the animal        
Cracker        
Sounds        
With their        
Heads        
And        
Limbs        
Bitten off        
       
Tragic and        
Tangled        
       
So long        
       
And now        
You,        
Are dancing,        
Toward me,        
Curios-        
ity        
       
I see you,        
Alice,        
Take my hand        
       
..        
       
Ex Nihilo        
By        
The Fire Elemental