PART i
You engage me like a cage;
a plague planted on this stage
to rearrange written change.
Face displaced with fingerprints;
optical flint, mirror tint
of intrigue in your disease.
The trace of the human race;
stencil in their pokerface
and like that, they are erased.
My body tanked in fish shit
like indignity persists
and I'm a stoned inflection;
a jacked conception condensed
with intention to ferment.
And I'm alone; left in fenced.
Breasts of bliss blessed in bias,
dress suspense, cut the wires;
and your bubbles drown down.
Down your bubbles; drown my mind -
hear your ignorance sublimed.
PART ii
I am -
a veinless leaf.
Liquid crawls
through my spine -
its motion manifests
my insides
and they shrivel
whilst my flesh
eats it's own skeleton.
Bone made of glass
and the shard of
a heart.
Your arms flail at
stems of my birth;
nails that impale
my clearskin reflection.
Inches of water
that deter interest
in the fins
that float like mould
in the motor of my soul.
I am -
a season old.
Deemed insignificant
in the upgrade
of spades;
drawn to dust
in the covers of dark
and back to
cardboard shelters
in the sale
of your out-dated
possessions.
I seek no gold
nor penny;
but passings
of fish filter the
seclusion induced
in my solitude
for breath.
Man-made organicsand simple mechanics.
I am -
a scenary of amusement;
the tiny zoo
dressed on your dresser.
I am -
a reminder of power;
the enslavement of weak
right before you eat.
Gold trophy winner
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