Ursa Major

[Poem]

Bullet train into a beer bottle's broken cosmic purple colored neck,

tender trunk, or stem, whichever, irrelevant if a seed flowers,

for it will wither after the slate's been bleached clean—not a speck





[wywafm]




(kizzy ch






                                                                                                 eese)




of black-yellow fingertips, trying to grab gown; fruits grown sour


right at the immaculate feet at the altar of The Saint.




Ascension: 0 - 5.29; Declination: ♾️ 




from here I see the sun in a noose
                                                               I see              SPACE  &
                                                                                     embrace cold, with my warmth,

and memories play, where we hug, as we cry dust, crystals ripping my tear ducts, 
spouting blue rivers   [wywafm]                             —spun in cotton candied grief—

                           |   Stop staring at my figure hang spinning like a ballerina figurine,
                           | don't dissolve me as if sugar; if a star bucks—I'll take my coffee 
                           | black as the gaze that's haunted this body for the sick kick.
                           | 
down                |
                           | paint bayberry goodbye; the color of berries will tell you
                           | if they'll make a good pie. anything inspired in bayberry's
                           | blue, baby, will sure enrapture and capture the departure
                           | of light from all your dead eyes as hover and flutter inside
                           | your mind's eye.
                           |
                           |
my



face of the Earth
                               raped, gaped and robbed of time to see
                            (minds)     (cataleptic)

to the grave [wywnfm]      

me      see      this pain that's storming galaxies with it's violating   yowl

and so I ascend back the blue river [wywafm]

I finally see it escape myself                                      like cherry chapstick shrugged 
against pain's lips left hollowed.

just smile, sounds trite but try.      C
                                                               O N
                                                              M
                                                         L  E  T' S  PLANT A TREE AND I WILL ALWAYS BE
IN THE AIR YOU BREATHE
AND YOU KNOW THAT TRUE, EVERYTHING IS
                                                                                        INSIDE MY PARABOL

"we could have everything here, you know.
i could give you the world if i wanted,                  [wywafm]
on the whim that you desired it so."

whispered words     t      a         s     a    t     r   l   k    digits rushing skin in a last goodbye
                                         h      t         c    t    e         i    e           

I will visit all of you on Saint's Day.

supernova, you fed off whispered sucrose crystalized from dead tongue

KNOW I CLAW FROM THE OTHER SIDE BLACK BEAR ROAMING, ROARING

FROM THE SKIES

Where you will always find me