al suono della fine della giornata
ipnotizzato l’ondeggiamento assemblato
candele nere bruciano tutte le menti allineate
corna d’ariete ipnotizzanti pentagramma paralizzante
e il suono inquietante dell’orologio dell’ostensorio
che canta…
— ill fantasma
¡morn! ¡mourn!
¡this october’s been filled up
all too much with sunny morns!
¿where’s the fog that i was promised?
e’en the amazon ebay
always running their safeway
offer refunds when I don’t
get my pumpkin pie
& the pumpkin cheesecake
is almost ate
sitcom mom promised we’d go
to carnival capitalism zone
& trick || treat this month
but the only carnival
i’ve been obsessed with
is that bramble pit o’ monkeybusiness
& that long list o’ bugs kept buggin’ out
& these q-tips won’t let me listen as loud
like those songs back in 2006 back in 2015
october’s much too thin
to fill with so much lovecraft
outtaspace for all these colors
such is the fall o’ nietzsche’s proles
o won’t you please corrupt me deep
if you feed it too manyeaves
this hallowede’en temple will burst
that man in yoshi’s island’s ad
twisted like a mysterysolving
greatdane’s freezeframed face
rolling racing lipsyncing grayscale clown
in bettyboop hell god’s comedy
peewee teaching me to smoke allyall’s cowardscrack
but a hush runs when alice got her gun
& crayon kid didn’t mean to make her sister
that scribble o’ blood drunk up
like my octopus wine… i don’t drink
¿then why’d bel’ kill the whole ship crew?
a terrible night to england in brit&
now that god killed the queen ¿now where’s
my anarchism gone gnome chainchompsky?
speaking frankensteinly
i don’t want the night to end
outside it’s quiet but in my mind
neon lights flash thru my life
but not this time
there is no time
there’s not ’nough rootbeer
to clear my fears it’s flat out out
& the bulbasaur glass is locked up
for its own protection from
the swamp grown in my dishwasher
now that the snowman glass has melted
as has 120,000₧ in damages
cast by that lord o’ slum but i
just rolled with it & rolled snakeyes
¡flies away from my mushroom sandwich!
i don’t want the night to end
were it steadfast as deneb
but e’en stars must supernova
e’en the moon she’s slowly drifting
& fools say
<¿how can heatdeath come
when it’s so cold? ¿huh?>
the sandbox must be dumped again
that bucket’s pettyfly offspring
it won’t o’erflow but fills
nostrils with its nitrous ills
killing pregnant babies
i looked it up
shower & shave & sleep & wake
it’s late
but i don’t want the night to end