Will the wild orphan later hallucinate of the gods of the wild
Orphan self? Waking among mysteries with an insane gleam
Dragged through several sea-games that put a saint's
Nailing to a cross to shame, or the lowering into flames–
The martyrs of and for– of anything that had no real meaning;
Everything felt tame to my uneven taste– even dew, even starlet,
Even clue, even Hamlet. And I could throw bombs to etiology tubes
That neither sanctify nor pardon the proud vehemence for violence.
And I could rein the magnet links that link the shelter of spirits to mine.
Why should I let the shallow people get me down?
Painted people with the painted finadene-ish bongos are cool!
Cool, I guess. I test torrential, pipikaula papi– but see, but see, I
Know that I am Ethan Lesley CC, rethreader of lovers,
Poet from the wild, the very embodiment
Of mental ANARCHY!! Tell me, tell me,
Do I know you? Do you know you? Just tell me,
Bet, and test me to it. Tell me again
About just who in the seven hells are you?
"Napansin ko kasi may mga tattoo ka. Alam mo naman, ang sinasabi nila sa mga taong may tattoo…"
"Well, 'tang-ama… Lumaki ka sigurong repressed," ...Read more
You're gonna ruin that kid, aren't you? This world…
This world has had enough of antiheroes;
The impermanence of the handsome devil in the puffer jacket…
My sweet enterprising olivine
Trying on bucket hats, the full effect that is mafic in color,
And automatic condescending li'l lucky tracks
Blaze of the gore and found, and sound the all-a-li'l opposey in nurture,
Little pics of wired hope piggybacking like the world hazied according to Monet,
Daycare for the doily-like humanoids ticking amethystic and antihistamines for my selenite,
But the energy is that of the salmonella sw ...Read more
"Do you believe in souls?"
"Then, why do you write so much about it?"
"The same way I drink up on horoscopes, and Greek tragedies, and sugar pills. I like just like my Mythologies."
Souls on stasis– changes on a regular basis.
I like the inevitable. I enjoy the craziest of theories.
How do you keep up? Keep up as an atheist?
There must be something out there,
Unless you're being drowned, you loud escapist.
Taker, Deceiver, Killer of Dream-writ Time,
I see petals and count your faces
Do they see beauty in it which I cannot.
A dorked dorm room daze, yank ...Read more
A stray enters the manor. Everything here was architected, down to the very Inch,
Grey but never stingy, flimsy but never had a carrot. The utopia goes underground
By one unwanted fly. (Every Inch has a name. Every fly, flounces and frills.)
Tap, tap, tap! The blast doors come a-banging.
Escalating devotions to the self-kickers and perusal of lumbar sentinels,
Brawling, gabbing like a nerve, a mutton on the relocated pier, skin-piercing seltzer;
Grey utopia's most humiliating–
You did make me happy but it was all deceit. Longer were the days spent in misery,
Lengthier, the counting o ...Read more
A stray enters the manor. Fifty to five-hundred thousand volts delivered through a non-caress.
Fire. I will leave the unimportant details out as I affirm my own. I will leave the manor to the test.
The legate against the soft quarantine, the legate finding new ways of letting me down;
Plodding and plotting from Small New Zealand to Switz'; plummeting through
Cookouts, the unchecked tarmac, numismatics, schools, dander vestments, scarcity of the soulless–
I tell you: Emotional unavailability is so three decades ago. It's the Era of Vulnerability now, young hero.
Let it fill in or you're ...Read more