How do you piece back together an old broken marionette?
Do you begin with what lingers,the torso, the keeper of form? Or with the lower limbsthat remember balance?And when a piece is shattered, how do you reshape it?Do you spend the better portion of a lifecollecting what was lost,or do you forge it anew?And when you mend a fracture,will the shoulder forget its old pain?Will…
Convoluted Ego (Redeux)
Buried behind the masked myth of erudition lay I—a broken marionette yearning for a bosom.From tongue to tongue, from age to age, I sought a friend.I scampered around, swinging mynakedstub. But for the fear offrivolity and the scythe of judgement, Iunfurled not my letters upon the canvas of man. But when I do, I convolute…
Let Me Tell You
Show,do nottell,they say.Should I show you how she is—bentwith sodden shoulders,eerie knees,bulging neck?Bent into a ball,like a festering kastania oozingafter it had been stepped on,its shell pressing hard in.Look at her!Shakingbare feet,black with muck,six toes:two lost to frost,the othersto a pelletfrom a shell.Look at her!Shakingwith a breath—half white,half red—unable to containthe life in.Look at her!Lean…
Rosae damascena
I am the generation of mediocrity_born in transition,after the cold,before the spring.Unaccomplished. Unseen. Skilled in disdainequipped with a yoke,we caressed the analog,touched the digital,turned blind to the AI. From grenadesto self-driving drones,we felt it allfallingon our homes. Dont get me wrong_We lived in awe.We tasted wealth,paved the roads for better men.Never seen an empire rise…
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