Spiral Bound Divinity
My mother told me never look into the sun.
The afternoon I did,
Helios threw poison-tipped spears
through the pupils of my eyes.
Spirals released and attached
like the jaws of a leach breaking
pure flesh. I whisper the words it wants me to
mumble. I am just an accidental Hermes.
Homemade h-bombs drop
on my coincidental curse of the divine.
The only thing that limps away are cockroaches
with oedipal crosses branded on their wings.
Now it is just me and them
stuck in a world inside of itself.
The tread of this life is set
to the tempo of my cerebral pulse.
This stolen gift is my demise.
It claws for nourishment.
Skull swells at each jab.
I am not your keeper.
Drilling the spirals out of my brain
to show allegiance to the norm.
Tin can grin
spits empty syllables,
your misty morning dreams
swallowed me whole.
The stems from our palms entangled,
while we marched on the edge of the sun.
holds you tighter
than I ever could.
Enwraps you with
her long red locks.
I stand idly.
You made your choice,
now I have made mine.
My hero, my love,
you are now
among fish bones
washed up on the shore.
You lay comatose
with your dreams beside you,
I walk away
with no tears.
I do not waste them on the foolish.