bringer of heck

 free write, I need to feel the pressure of a timeline sometimes...

Little bit of hell
raise this heck entirely
out of the ashes of peace

Little bit of peace
sell me this vision of
that dang future we all dream

Little bit of dream
unrest my slumber-
loosen reality's chokehold

Little bit of chokehold
air on the way up and out
mystical truth telling in gurgles

Let it all come to the surface in bubbles of varying dimensions/it will be given/some will be passed on to the customer/dutiful, loyal servant/i have loved your unwilling embrace-all from a distance/unrequited, of course/even these crooked, frayed shoulders on the jacket of my youth/yes, even those, even they want to know love like there is no tomorrow/feeling/some sort of feeling/and you know it's so good when the needle moves across the record and the sound pours forth/holding court/Let it all be out in the open and let the song tell your people's truth/we've waited with such patience/all along/

set it and forget it

give me/a new lease on my leash/my liege/contain me in a non-liminal space/free range and farting out my lineage/all in the movements/tear it down/burn an establishment/fear, now/I’ll let you know when the time is right/how much of time is even a factor/so much/borrowing from the language of the proles/like I am some sort of nobleman/like I have that kind of juice/fresh squeezed/unhappy accidents piling up in the shoulder lane/golden, like the past/unlimited salad and breadsticks with a pasta option/we’re all family now/send it up, an offering, in delicate flames/watch the way they saunter in their effective destruction/here is an eclipse, an appropriate darkness, lit only by the fire of our own making/haunting the skyline/another set of ghosts for the future to speculate about, find the finer points of existence/a feverish pace as the last ember turns to ash and falls back to my feet/I am once again thinking of newness-my relative purity in this filthy time/ash footprints all around us/who knew how well our tributes would take to the hunger of the flame/each of my ancestors will brush it from themselves, set up shop, and make their way in this iteration of a universe/salespeople, all of us/always selling and there’s never a shortage of customers/save your place in line now and act surprised when this one takes a direct hit from the mouth of the flame/there’s still so much to burn/