Transient
2006
Enter the dragons lair verbatim
bite its tail and pine over
it taints every inch of me seriatim
but at least I have lived in clover
Cater to me with sci-fi lullabies
and the wheel of time will turn
never have I told any lies
soothsaying that Ill always burn
Like a daemon inside my chest
resides a luminescent hue
with a sister in conjugal nest,
knowing that I am ready, too.
So come to help me rise,
Ill try to hide that Im fallen
Metatron, see through my eyes
and Ill comply like a crestfallen
Brand this moment into my skin
hold on tight, Im not Goliath
An experienced mind must deny the sin
or regret the aftermath...
All special moments are now degraded
by sempiternal systrophe
nephritic twinges– I am jaded
I must dodge the interim catastrophe!
Meta language, wooden lungs of leaves
This is a creation for me craven
I anticipate the crest of his holy glyphs
with few more avocations to raven.
Devour myself, to become then yours
in the center truth of the pentacle!
Delight my detox with Troubadours
and bestow me sound days or a miracle!
