Work in progress

I am the parts life told me it couldn't connect

Delivered devastatingly to the shit heap and now your doorstep

Unabashed and shining

Nowhere for me to go.

Why not here?

Why not you?

Why not the arc of this spectra-coloured universe rippling through us again and again

Sluicing and destroying petty

The feller of all sanctity

Anathema of contrivance

Conjoiner of thrown out, bemused, fucked over

The real ones

Ones who have tried and know

Serial killer for your serial filler

So broken we put things back together another way

And just our being here frightens you

Our freedom, our inspiration

to resist and you think it's resistance

Not the unwavering all-quivering brush strokes

Emerging from nowhere, colouring without intention

Loki had nothing on this

Rainbow haired!

Galaxy mouthed!

Pure expression melting viper hatred

Miser headed blinking,

Disaster for your thinking

Moon headed,

Meadow costumed

We are the ALL SINGING, ALL DANCING scum of the earth

Up to rub your face in it

Show how dirty you are

Desperate in your veils

Believe you lucky in shrouds,

Never let go of a single precious thing

Unless at the bottom of a tub of alcohol

Who's your God, drunken atheist?

Sure isn't you, tortured in drudgery,

Pot-pourri mundane fuckery

Have you seen the sun lately?

Heard the inconsequential jabber of a leaf?

Revelled in pointlessness, dashed against its own rocks

You gotta go there to come back

Though most never do.

Worth it though, huh?

Schizophrenic suicide

over

the chance

that you'll never

experience

anything at all