Anicca

It's not the answer I came to

see, watching grey 

the morning bubbles nirvana ignite

No spiked syringe entering stops the trying 

I am the sound of that tin cup clink 

fondling through hollow black rings 

chiming in and out of a perfect clarity 

unintelligible axiom air 

collision

 

Mantra-ing a way out onto the red rosy oasis, 

red city pawns passing red city lights

In daffodil suits they stalk the weeds

still in cigarette perfume they answer 

not life, not this-not borne nor blind to their abacus 

I exit the vestibule into spiral class here-on oblivion

Returning the silvers to cold I wash away

faucet dripping taps a new drum but only temporary

driving me again against the shun 

the coming of rodents and rage

mirror bleeds to black where I then He

laughter still seems to knock 

though nothing matters

and never did

Author's Note

Reviews

[Rebecca hall]

You are such a great and talented writer. Thank you so much for taking the time to write stories and for creating such interesting ones for us. As an artist, I’d love to share some cover art ideas for your upcoming story, and I also have plenty of ideas in mind for the one I’ve already read. If you use any other platform like Discord, please share it with me so we can chat more comfortably there.