The Upper World - Cloud Rat

Lavender lipstick giving a goodbye

Compressor snake skin around my thigh

Like a tapestry I can hang on my wall

The prophet;

the arc moving slow

Something to worship: something deformed

She’s putris and knows how to harness her glow

Crumbling, reducing, Aiesr melts the snow

She gives me a root canal, head on pillow

She gives me my own thoughts, pills & pressure

Mambo guides me through a polluted swamp

Stands with me as I crawl up the tyrant’s sleeping throne

Driving my heel into his scales

I impale him with his own crown

Straddling the fussy little man

I scratch and open his chest

Emerge;

creep forth the cycle of life

Your hands will no longer drown