Fruit of Thy Wound

I hatched from a leather reptile-style egg just to grow envious of the gelatinous eggs of neighbor amphibians. I attempted to slither my way inside and was unsuccessful, though I must admit it went even worse for the unfortunate neonate gestating within.

Spiderlings that chew themselves free from within their mother. Feasting. Reveling. The perfect first step to a life of carnivorous ambition. One must commend the initiative of a self-starter cesarean section. Most need a little assistance greeting the world through an incision.

Seeing a primitive mammal look with divine awe and satanic need at the vascular love of the placenta. A sibling and roommate. Mother platypus lacks even teats. The kitten kneads and it never grows out of it. Happiest with the warmth of mother until final days. Grasping at better days but it isn’t nostalgia. You can’t recreate it and you know it. The digits extend to receive as a “think fast” reflex, it isn’t a decision. No thought to it. Sometimes that’s the pure action. Sometimes it’s the opposite. Consider this:

or don’t

One Thousand Suns of The Swarming Swirls

Bloodsports in an archeo-bog, wielding engorged blood-sucking insects like spears. I am too quick for the quadrupedal brute, and accurate enough to slip between the plates of his exoskeleton. I spill his fumes and the crowd bleats with their mouths that look like two armpits stitched together and I am now Chieftain and High Priest and Nuke-Master which is a role that has yet to be properly explained to me but I’m sure I can fake it until I make it.

Diplomacy and espionage and I am an expert assassin. I slip a contraption into the personal starship of Councillor Ystrok and make a sub-orbital inferno out of him. The Abripuit Systems will know peace because of me, and I’m rewarded with wealth beyond measure and compulsory retirement on a fringe world with less amenities but all the more excitement.

I death-race on desert worlds aboard a hellish machine that spews noxious fumes and corrosive liquid in its wake. I tremble before unknowable truths and impossible entities. I risk life and limb and lose both plenty, stitch and weld them back to me. I fuck a woman with green skin and antennae. I make passionate love to an entity that I’m still pretty sure Should Not Be. I jump to hyperspace and I hack the planet and I do this into infinity. Until the stars burn out. A world to save, a threat to eradicate. Keeping busy.

Pulsed and Made Shadows on You

you grope for light switches in pitch black and sigh in relief when you feel familiar plastic
and why wouldn’t you? like that is YOUR little plastic
and it is subject to your whims, subject to your fancy

click click click
all it costs you is money but that’s in like one to four weeks or something so
flick flick flick away

so crazy how different the room is with the light off or on
look at that budget office chair
look at that glass of water on your nightstand with floating flecks of dust
look at the lightbulb itself
look at their sleeping face
flutter their eyes and squint when the angry red cascades through shut sleeping lids
and the world finds itself back inside