Bloom: Half Terrible, Half Infinite

My mask falters
I am so aggravated
by tedious folds in my
mutant Birth

No Bible of yellow stars
could befit this tall order
I pander in this
shed-skin Bed

Steal weather from the
forecast
doppler tells me I am a
Typecast

Invisibility
a strange equine
at the petting zoo
Striped

Binary thought-maps
Trot twice
if you’re ready for the
Show

You make an excellently
melancholy Ball Buster
plead with Laughing eyes
through gash and gnashing

Abysmal teeth
Cuspids lacking
any and all
care And attention

You are not built for me
I am not built for me
We are not built for
Negligence in this life

Wasting all of
Lifespan
Drinking all of
Paranoia

Division
Division
Division

I cough up sexual spores
Bake anxiety
inside the tiny Body

Real dreams
deceive Me everlasting
I deceive me, crass and Nasty

Broken vessel halo’s
ordinary gestures
I don’t treasure such inconsistency
Not in my being of watercolor
nor the Toxicity of oil’s antiquity
Forlorn, I am,

An un-ample beauty who Favors staining
Sweet grasshood
encompasses Yellow beams

While seething in Entrapment,
Simulation, Questioning humanity
and lack of family

Cumulative aura exalted
Mind enters my mind
is unified

Cyclical
Impermanent decay
Half terrible, half infinite

*Illustration: "Edward Jordan - The Human Creature" ceramic by Octavian Jordan