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 when I lie dying touch me with yr thermodynamical

zero game wand thingy it whirrs enough but I guess the universe’ll contract to

yr hand stirring among bones it pulls out pink so quick that slippery salmon’s my heart beating I need

to dampen these spiralling, exaggerated signs