
Interstellar LullabyA vigil free of fine leather captivityInterstellar Lullaby by ~KlaxonLithology
can be found floating along fragments of an aether
fever-borne deception. I am free.
Dirty fingers smear layered grime-cake
in search of some soft purgation,
the kind provided in a gentle carcinogen
nestled just underneath the skin. It is a long way
from gasping in miasmatic indifference
but this is the enigma, the method
of fleeing. It is not your fault.
Not everything can be reduced to rosebud syllogism,
interleaving petals and sunshine threads
that tie all these disparate fractions
and force you to conclude that
it all works out somewhere. I was told
wa

ConcubineConflux extremities bend tangle-webConcubine by ~KlaxonLithology
and trapse within a tryptic catharsis
birthed from the inception of birth
and barren from the womb.
Bound the blind eye along
strands of energy, intwined optical fancy,
and disclose malevolence as a means
of understanding:
'This is the way of things.'
Syllables said in such countenance as to be sure
of being steadfast in the vigil of time.
There is small comfort in convolution,
bathing mistakes in brandy does not
dissolve the fetid scraps of yesterday's
miscarried lie, and although those words
would weather the ages until found
nestled between the breasts
of a tepid concubine;
in that mo
