my lungs cost forty bucks

piano keys in my hair 

they play as I scratch my head

gather around the open-casket bridal shower

 

golden galaxy riders parade the night

in their souped-up, pure-grease machines

and at the tip-end of my cigarette 

burns a rainbow, tobacco ember

 

instructing the art of nothing

blasting fire beyond the gate

gecko liking its own buggy eye

clench on, dear, clench on tight

 

lost in the pages

lost to my phases

lost all my graces

lost faith in human races

 

an arcade opened up just around the street

the games new, the games sleek

dirty black carpets and loud speakers

nobody knows each other’s real names 

 

arachnid takeover

transformation to incel

waves crashed on a leather jacket

facades of girls who really hate other girls

nonsense, self-loathing, ineptitude,

vulgarity and unfulfillment 

in the land where the loudmouth generation

types all of their regrets 

 

make me remember, or

make me forget 

a broken mirror has

a scattered truth 

 

beetle with a shell full of coke

drugged bats syphoning blood 

a darkness full of pornographic fantasy

and the ferociousness of virgin horniness

 

likeness to the gods we don’t have

breathless mouths from foreign lands whisper,

“the west wind blows, spirit walk along it

to join us on the fiery stretch of infinity”

 

 

sunken ships carry the bodies of seafarers

but we have their souls in our hearts

beyond the crescent of reality 

lies my dreams of a starry, midnight-blue sky

 

no words, just this moment

the moment that makes you look at every moment before, both good and bad,

and makes you think you wouldn’t go back and change a thing

because it might change this moment 

the moment that made all of the other ones worth something