i'm back--(for me)

Little blonde man

Two-feet-tall, soft raccoon hands

You’re a funny little gremlin

With a mind like springy sunlight

And amused, animal eyes

Clouded with curiosity like

That of an angelic ape

You remind me of a shadow

Of neurons that still

Reside in my cold skull

Forgetting itself, indignant at everything

Calling for mother

I can feel it dying in my eyes

Ugly old child

Bald, with a coincidental kind of cuteness

With a face burrowing in on itself

Confused, searching eyebrows

You also are disappearing, being replaced with

A wrinkled pile of pudgy pain

You are remembering third grade

All of a sudden—and you

Don’t like it;

Death is like the fear

Of shitting your pants

You remind me of a star

Whose bright white shadow I live in

Whom I race to, blindly

Whom I will stumble into backwards

And my last coherent thought to cling to

Will be the fading glimpse of the

Planet I have left behind.

Well, This Is Awkward.

For Christmas I received

The Corpse of the earth, bleeding—pale

And I tried to sneeze my joy out through

A swimming headache of a grateful grin

But my ego was melting like the ice caps

And I knew that Christ had been stuffed and

Abandoned in the attic, to rats with lazy eyes,

God and Grandmother have crumbled into mildew

Soon they will be just a strange glint in the clouds

That will make our stomachs turn with a sickness that will

Eat us from the inside, so we’ll fill ourselves

Up with carbon gases, plastic, and more Stuff

Up and up and up, until we’ve erupted into

Another World, where the Sun is Ourselves

And that Thing which we can only smell with our Nostalgia

Draws rattling breaths like Nightmare Trees

Buried in the Earth and in Corners of the Air

And its Dead silence will be our eternal punishment.