Biomechanical Albion
Symbiotic sovereignties androgynous
Bottomless marionette recollections
Chasing the weaponized perfections exoskeleton
Melancholy like the hill of umbilical cords not even born
Etherial onomatopoeia
Of infatuated Cleopatra
Immaculately sacrificial
Promiscuous ventriloquist
Pulling the strings of death-bringers soliloquy
Shadowed by hallelujah shrouded Gilgamesh
Of Armageddons methamphetamine anagram anthologies
Of celestial amnestics
Reflecting on the resurrection of renegade hatred
In a ruthless plague of rag-dolls
Of acupuncturist homunculi
Of pushpin vigilante incubator
Of Mother Nature’s glacier
Irrigated marionettes pirouette the stumbling jugular
Voluptuous stomach mumbling annunciations
Gluttony insufferable in the undertow of pheromones
Comatose to the motion of the waves
That braid the fluctuations of fluorescent ectoplasmic spectres
From the wreckage of endocrine
Beneath the surface of the epidermis
Surgical splurging of spliced glucagon
Rifling psychically intertwining rhymes
Unwinding Frankenstein serpentine alignment
Of skyscrapers
On the pondering mitochondria’s hell-spawn legato
Monotonous to the triceratops apocalypse
Of oculus rift bliss of virtuoso
Aloaca shapeshifting the Big Dipper’s omnipotence
Homonyms fondling kilometres
Of augmenting cemetery chariots
To malaria’s hysterically paradoxical helicopters
Dropping the words like flies
Regurgitated psychotropic velociraptors
Telepathic synapses
Capturer of absentminded sciences
Writhing through the cytoplasm
Of clementines made the schizophrenic endeavour
Of the ecliptic renaissance of tonsillitis
Like a tidal fire hydrant of wyvern’s livelihood
Of diaphragms flamboyant recoil
And ricochet rhythmic primitive aneurisms
Of inhibition’s prism vivid lividity prison of tranquillity
Take quill quelling melodies from melancholy conduits
Of the clockwork of my van-ocular vernacular
I harbour my doubts
Cry myself a river
Waiting to set sail, a vessel
And anchor in a sanctuary of my soul
In a watery grave like buried treasure,
Where I can drown my sorrow, in my reflection
Like a fish out of water
A disembodied monster of frenzied energy,
Possessing consciousness,
A battle cry to be exorcised, purified immaterialized
I
Am no longer just a cage called a cell
Though the apple of my I doesn’t fall far from the tree
I am more than just the sum of my partisans
I am more than the depths of my negligence, under bodies of water made flesh castaways
Holding on to life’s roots like decapitated asterisks a raft isolated on the endless pale void page
I am the embodiment of free will imprisoned within myself to explore the world discharged from the wombs asylum
When I’m on borrowed time, should I not take every minute, your second guessing?
Resting my wary I, the retina is just another looking glass in a cathedral of sunlight and long cascading shadows
In a blink of an I, and the eternity of us is the homage of life’s kaleidoscope, and city of colour
I am therefore I am, or rather, through us, have become
I
