world be damned

call me by your martyr name
martyrs use specific appellations

admire the ultrasound mindsets!

sets of resistors separate
from our captive marmosets
bassoonists & timpanists (all) from olypmpia
national park swarming lemming dens
with an ostinato phrase pitched at deathly

they gotta bellyache eurythmia
and bellyfulls of snout nosed moths

this is all as preamble to say
i desire your arthritic fingers
as you desire my camshaft mudguards

we both martyrs to dub versions
of our favorite trip-hop-trap fugues

i love your osteophytes
as you love my flatulence
let’s abscond to pago pago
on pogo sticks

i love your three trick pony
prime! mint!

the world be damned

What I’m Listening To:

He stood upon the shore and laughed at the ocean
He climbed trees and learned the secret of fire
He took a job as a investment banker
And spent a lot of time at the racetrack
Playing the ponies
The ocean swore revenge

— King Missile / “The Fish That Played the Ponies”