Another poor soul who wants to stop working a real job, and write stories about rocket-powered gryphons.

here I stand, once more
on this rock at the edge of the sea
alone and laughing
arm crooked ’round an outcropping
drunk on power
singing my song, tossing words idly into the surf

finding glory in my destruction

another night, another time
a different wind will blow
and i find my heart
sere and hollow
but tonight
I am supported
held aloft by
this bubbling froth/
sea-foam madness
that makes me sing
and summon leviathans
to drink of my reckless tears

come, Poseidon
carouse with your acolyte

Humming in my joints like
graaaaaaa—-wzzzzzz
spokes of metal
jutting
around my neck
growing hot with
impatience

prongs of disgust
vibrate
with
demonic malcontent.

Scurry scurry— brain fleas pop
on abandoned transistors

choke on rancid cotton

break things–break things
run across the dunes

empty me out, smash the
glass for good
measure

then shatter anything else that can contain.

step free, a black-iron skeleton
clutching at velvet curtains

–they evaporate on contact–

alive and electric
rise
and
vibrate
thru the walls of
this
tepid
earth.

Leaned forward in my bed
tears rolling
thru the cups of my hands
and
collecting at my elbow
as they
slide
down my arm.

The swords hang behind me.

They are sharp and keen
and
devoid
of purpose

when
was my hand
strong enough
to carry them?

I am not that man,
I am
thinner
grayer
rain pouring from my eyes
and pooling
on my lap.

This blanket is warm
I will
crawl
beneath it
and dream
about the swords
falling on me.

bring me
girls
bring me
flesh
bring me
human blood
coursing thru my veins

i howl like the wind
like a beaten dog, left out of doors
scratching at the gate post
and gnawing with pain

i am the nightmare
singing dark lullabies
while infants scream
their melodies of
thunder and rain

bring me
hearts
bring me
lives
bring me
all your broken yesterdays

i will cast them into the storm
and make them new again

beware the monster
beware the creature

love the monster
love the creature

i am the forgotten son
of all your cloudy imaginings
the secret
of your hungry things
that gibber and howl
and crush and devour
the better side
of you