If you want to comfort me,
Give me
Every caress you took away,
Every tear I’ve created in destruction.
Return the skin
In each tiny crevice below my lashes,
Each quintuple comb,
Each flash of non-profit cheer
Guaranteed to lower stock value.
Send back
Fibres of unwonted attachment drenched with
The colour of Death,
My criminal barbs, my spatchcocking,
Crumbs of momentary fulfillment.
If you care to pacify me,
Return my untainted vision that grows beautiful externally,
The sight whose light you absorbed.
Leave me the security of a limb to shade me;
Access without threats,
An open door.
If you must console me,
Retrieve atmospheric melody,
Bitten clicks encoding disguised promises,
Quanta exterminated;
The least valuable of my concerns.
If you want to take the pain away,
Restore the untampered hopes,
My belief in your thaumaturgy.
Adjust the extra air, the chemical imbalance, the ichor;
The tactile suburbs of my mind you occupy.
Defy the addictive paronomasia and thought-transference.
If you wish to empathise,
Will away the blemishes that convict you,
Treat each delusion subjectively,
Replenish mineral resources and muscle-power;
Turn ice into earth again,
Reverse satyriasis;
De-fossilise me.
If you seek to offer solace,
Return my borrowed jewels,
The melanin-curves I dispatched with the breeze with
Disyllabic formation.
Hold on to the pixels governing genius.
Forgive my Dominiquanity.
Reconstruct disintegrated flora,
Retrace steps of navigation; exploration,
Discovery and invention sans necessity.
Smooth furrows hidden by locked glamour,
Folds artistically redraped in an operatic survey.
If you think you’d like to help,
Unvoice the soft, spoken silence,
Return the beseeching, the spasmodic imploring;
The ropes of remembrance entangled like a vine
In your subconscious.
If you wish to save me,
Hold me back if I want to
Acid life out of my veins,
Preserve no blood in my alcohol stream.
Am I strange, or is it just life;
Does excessive rebellion make me ultra-mundane?
Every caress you took away,
Every tear I’ve created in destruction.
Return the skin
In each tiny crevice below my lashes,
Each quintuple comb,
Each flash of non-profit cheer
Guaranteed to lower stock value.
Send back
Fibres of unwonted attachment drenched with
The colour of Death,
My criminal barbs, my spatchcocking,
Crumbs of momentary fulfillment.
If you care to pacify me,
Return my untainted vision that grows beautiful externally,
The sight whose light you absorbed.
Leave me the security of a limb to shade me;
Access without threats,
An open door.
If you must console me,
Retrieve atmospheric melody,
Bitten clicks encoding disguised promises,
Quanta exterminated;
The least valuable of my concerns.
If you want to take the pain away,
Restore the untampered hopes,
My belief in your thaumaturgy.
Adjust the extra air, the chemical imbalance, the ichor;
The tactile suburbs of my mind you occupy.
Defy the addictive paronomasia and thought-transference.
If you wish to empathise,
Will away the blemishes that convict you,
Treat each delusion subjectively,
Replenish mineral resources and muscle-power;
Turn ice into earth again,
Reverse satyriasis;
De-fossilise me.
If you seek to offer solace,
Return my borrowed jewels,
The melanin-curves I dispatched with the breeze with
Disyllabic formation.
Hold on to the pixels governing genius.
Forgive my Dominiquanity.
Reconstruct disintegrated flora,
Retrace steps of navigation; exploration,
Discovery and invention sans necessity.
Smooth furrows hidden by locked glamour,
Folds artistically redraped in an operatic survey.
If you think you’d like to help,
Unvoice the soft, spoken silence,
Return the beseeching, the spasmodic imploring;
The ropes of remembrance entangled like a vine
In your subconscious.
If you wish to save me,
Hold me back if I want to
Acid life out of my veins,
Preserve no blood in my alcohol stream.
Am I strange, or is it just life;
Does excessive rebellion make me ultra-mundane?
