carnival of clones

just as the bright infant predicts the infinity of natural numbers without yet counting them so yr tomorrow overflows with boredom like the kingdom of rain on helpless heads and

while I’m in a block of marble by the shore

u hold a cube of starlight in yr hands it’s leaking

u’d jammed yr scarred fingers up those hags’ dry cracks but they snipped yr lifeline anyway u shoulda remembered those fates once were nubile spinners rubbing their damp crotches on u but u

stayed too long

so now u lie dying I’m rereleased to touch you with

me thermodynamical zero game wand thingy it whirrs enough but I guess the universe’ll contract as

stiff hands stir among bones to pull out pink so quick that slippery salmon yr heart still beating we need

to dampen these spiralling, exaggerated signs