i will, but i do not want
to survive the next collapse,
drown in roman bitters
watching superpredators
dance to their hip hop dance.
twisting tongues on rhyme,
spitting out feral thugs
stunned by the blue stingray,
who will secure this evil homeland?
i will, but i do not want
to have vitality sucked away
pulled out of the moment of delight,
forced to watch the invisible manifest in the visible.
bones and ash in depression come to fire by light,
because someone pressed send,
forgot to slow down and rethink,
pulled the trigger on sin.
now they have shit on their right hand...
to serve a high cost swagger with a sly wink.
i will! but i do not want
to be seduced by the intimate.
savages blast sonic lewd power
drawn into the demonic
trajectory,
into that cauldron of morning, black on black.
if all lives really mattered,
then murder is murder!
the huntress speaks giving in to magic,
“listen to reason human superpredator
hunting animals out of existence,
you feed your own extinction.”
there is only maths and music...
yet still you chase the somber lullaby,
eat your own golden tail.
i will, but i do not want
to save the things forgotten,
give voice to the other place
cloaked in time, we leave the now behind,
where feral thugs embrace their animalness!
a society took the perfect boy,
golden oak sprung from the ouroboros!
say goodbye to the columns,
say so long to the monsters,
see from this last hill the red fogged eyes
feed like cannibals.
green stink bugs on the playa,
black plague from plum island in the forrest
and the blue noctilucent clouds roll in the evening,
sucking on methane freestyle.
i will! but i do not want
to breathe the last oxygen,
inhale the last water
beaching from whale blubber
running us back under
to the mountains floating on styx.
it’s the end of the philosophies,
dreamed long ago in the lilac field.
coursing with royal negative,
he leads me to death
through the fallen angels,
and the rain whistled
through his purple soul
speeding away...
speeding away as if sickened
by the physical,
the cold rushed in and we shivered
before eagle man.
human... walk on past the last call.
i will! but i do not want to
text the last text of soul perfection.
on the last dawn of the superpredator,
charon's obol coin placed on mouth,
his whistle echoed...chill the fuck out, i got in didn’t i!
