— No. 11 Of @nosebleedclub's January Prompts.

saturated acid oscillations

falling down and stumbling around

down spiral steps

a rising swarm

metric distortions

white noise whispers

ice skate stepping

outdoor silk and indoor rain

inside outside

down is up

it's all ok alright ok

sit down and breathe

No Beauty without Stench when my head hurts like nothing else my sideways thoughts come up quite a bit to bug me to death destroy what I had, there's no beauty without its stench

-s's.

sun dust spinning around us

an ache I used to feel, once

just cause it got the best of me don’t mean I’ll keep on thinking it through

Or let myself sit any longer in this abandoned room

-s’s.

heaven’s deserted. Hell is at its peak, now I wish it wasn’t Wish that I could sneak out

-s’s.

/I want.../(porcelain clash)/

I want to do what I used to do last

kept once, stored up, among the cupboard's real glass stash

(a porcelain clash)

must recover, carried to a glowing life bed

Now you’re fast asleep Now you’ve found some relief Listen more Now you’ve forgotten more than how much you knew You’re gone

you,

you’ve gone up

-s’s.

it’s all so heavy in ways I don’t see coming

I’m part of a crack; an idea that you lack

and I’ve bought myself down into mystery

Inviting in dreams I’ll have to look over

Bringing them in

—again and again

but it’s nothing like what’s coming

nothing is like this cruel ending

-s’s.

as I’ve seen you last

driving into the milky way

with high hopes of calmer place

As I’ve seen you last

staring down the world into oblivion

city inside a city

eyes within eyes

dream of a dream

-s’s.

pre-cognitive poetry

takes place without me knowing

and as soon as any old day goes by

I sit beside a pond

inside my head psychic grip then

releases me back into the world again

-s’s.

And so many years of life instilled,

propped up for me to tell you that I will

Leave this dream again

-s's.