05-23-2024, 04:18 AM
The Spider Butter Flies
When you bite yourself, what will you be?
The urge to “slice and taste the fat of me”
has been debated since there were debates.
Some died young and others in old age;
Some returned all gold and some were lazy.
Centuries of governments where monarchies
failed, led to a pattern of golden ages
where the dyed and eyeless secrecy
was unveiled. We all need to eat
our guts and then like prey return
to formless biologic pools. To taste
ourselves, to die in rapture, to obtain
the consequence of urgency the state
that whips our naked flanks to purgatory:
death, rebirth, bitter, fatty, sweet.
As much was written on their angels’ feet.
This is part of my never-ending quest to endorse the English spondee and to write pretty, weird sci-fi sonnets.
When you bite yourself, what will you be?
The urge to “slice and taste the fat of me”
has been debated since there were debates.
Some died young and others in old age;
Some returned all gold and some were lazy.
Centuries of governments where monarchies
failed, led to a pattern of golden ages
where the dyed and eyeless secrecy
was unveiled. We all need to eat
our guts and then like prey return
to formless biologic pools. To taste
ourselves, to die in rapture, to obtain
the consequence of urgency the state
that whips our naked flanks to purgatory:
death, rebirth, bitter, fatty, sweet.
As much was written on their angels’ feet.
This is part of my never-ending quest to endorse the English spondee and to write pretty, weird sci-fi sonnets.
A yak is normal.