light pollution colors the nighttime a dirty brown noise pollution fills my already very full head never enough space in my phone in my laptop never enough space for every thought ive ever had and will have at dawn the smoke vanishes cool colors creep into manic view never enough space for every mood expressed through ancient means across enough of space beamed into the window of someone who really ought to try to sleep

when i go outside wearing my cowboy boots i wear them just the way that satan would when i play my banjo im playing an evil song evilly taking many evil showers taking many evil pisses when i listen to music i do it evilly and violently in preparation for becoming evil preparation for becoming evil preperation for becoming evil when i eat foods its only evil food like banana chip and lentil i only use evil techniques and glassware when smoking my evil weed and when i quit these cigarettes its because their evils didn’t hold up and when i love my wife its because xir evil is everlasting in preparation for becoming evil preparation for becoming evil preperation for becoming evil when i brush my teeth its evil when i yearn for you its evil when i trip on wooden stairs in woolen feet i laugh in evil when i blast this ketamine into my pinnochio body my dick grows long and splits into small branches perched with evil birds and all the evil within me increases by a growing factor reactor reactor

on a farm in pennsylvania a bonfire waves its arms high a black cat greets the entrants with masks dawned, we mix and mingle he says well im so much older now hey says i i cant sing those young people songs now when my daughter grows up to be a tyrant i better get the hell out of dodge when she becomes president one switches between sun and moon others play the loyal subjects one plays a withered old man nursing a tempered and frail flame to the universe belongs us dancers, amen round this loud fire we do dance to not dance is to not know what happens, amen when we learn to suffer and never suffer again in a crowd of ten thousand chickens and four hundred dalmanian hounds amidst wine and stories woven a checkpoint is marked in lewistown this house is 150 years old its outlived the woods around it i just meet you but our friendship feels that old like this family is my own

overwhelmed at the viciousness of the powerful and the unaware craving a pair of hands to caress my body under my ribcage where it is very soft these arent just spur of the moment ideas these are real things ive gone way too long without getting to address three years did nothing between us but maybe thats because we spent most of it far away can it be that the only love i can recieve happens across a thousand miles of land or oceans apart here i lay, love, im open and lengthy an encyclopedia of all things about me i guess you dont judge me by my cover but maybe thats because you dont even see my cover you skim the pages and you eye the lettering with the disinterest of a bone cold bitterling you dont see words you only look for letters inaccuracies misprintings where the words get redder i dont wanna be a book that gets burned i want my pages held gently and slowly turned read aloud to a friend or stuffed animal its the only aspect of myself that isnt minimal i dont wanna be a book that gets burned or left on a shelf thats slowly overtaken by wild fern were i more audacious or fancy youd find me on the street, prancing down on the sidewalk of a steep city hill with the wind at my spine with all the time left in life to kill i wouldnt wait id just be bait for the right one for the right pair of hands to run i dont wanna be a book that gets burned im pushin and im shoving through this grotesque wall of wild murder so many urns i have to pass through and dive in to find out what secrets are hiding deep in the dust of each sleepy soul every molecule is whispering the details whole to me im adding pages to the appendix of every little new thing i learn these arent just spur of the moment motivations im onto something my story will be heard

every day i get reminders of why im gay or somewhat bi? sure but things come in to complicate it that i dont expect some god sends plague eleven and everyone turns into Ramses everywhere i look i just see malice and macabre glee at bodies falling all around me is this entailed in what is thought to be as love now does it get patches every time our condition is changed Love Version Four Billion Five Hundred Sixty Million Six Hundred Eighty Thousand Five Eleven Point Five Four Point One Point Zero Point Four Point Seven Point Eight all relationships must now have no opinion on mass death This is what we require if you want a stable partnership in this new life never more have i felt like the cliche of a stranger in a strange world that’s something i absolutely hate to say with the heartlessness of the day in vogue that cuts out most of the immediate datable world even though physically pretty and lovely a lot of it appears but i know those vacant expressions they all look like they have killed and will kill again and these days they very likely have i know there’s cooler ones but they all seem taken many in odd numbers shutting me out completely im far too tired to tell my whole life story all again im way too paranoid to trust my heart in just anyone again i just want to be held til its my turn to die and i will hold them til its their own turn to die too what a life what a time i was given to find companionship at all to have my wedding under flaming hurricanes lightning lights my cake and toasts it just right lightning lights me and my spouse up a pair of night lights dancing in this crooked rain a pair of nuclear cinderellas sanctioned by the witch who lives in both our glass slippers Love Version Four Billion Five Hundred Sixty Million Six Hundred Eighty Thousand Five Eleven Point Five Four Point One Point Zero Point Four Point Seven Point Nine all relationships must ascribe to the rules of acquisition It’s required if you want a stable partnership in this new life Love Version Four Billion Five Hundred Sixty Million Six Hundred Eighty Thousand Five Eleven Point Five Four Point One Point Zero Point Four Point Seven Point Ten all relationships must only last five years at max and split in hard divorce alimony goes to best two out of three in schoolyard jacks It’s required if you want a stable partnership in this new life

three tall tgirls all dressed in black my eyes pleaded from a distance but they never turned looking back an ey em they them walking round with a case of lysol one with hunched shoulders baggy clothes hair in buns black fem black clothes black and white checkered jacket comb in hair black headphones black studs all over i wanted to talk to all of them and if they asked if i was masc or fem id say chose whatever do u wanna do whatever with me with me but the day was plain as most prides be and i was way too shy and now ive lost them forever thin boy rainbow pants heart sticker on one nipple girl with whitney houston hair boy with lil nas X hair ripped clothing sewer butches half a dozen bald fems one with long black and purple hair with long red skirt pants black top and dark eyes there was platform boots as high as my knee but i dont think anyone was looking me except for you there was ally rep that was thru the roof but then two old trans ladies in their seventies

snake is back twisted up she slithers down yr paper cup snake is back back is bent metal gear solid snake snake is hurt spine went mad snake is back she wants to hold you doesnt get to still she waits shes too shy doesnt have the vocal fry to make her case snake is back she never left she is there but eyes avoid snake is back skin is gone tries to grow is just beyond there was peace out in the campus far out in the reserve land snake is back wishing so she had that again to go to snake is back on the train on the bus on bodies strained chained sprained drained over sustained little gain snake is back another day snake is back snake is hell purse full of that plant meat smell summertime in the southern hemisphere if snakes not here then snake is there you dare? snake is back back again snake is fun with her gun snake is back snake is gone snake is done parents won

as they lay like plaque in their countrys violent teeth it comes on a wave of winged carpets angel soldiers setting to every alleyway and dinghy and slum a voice with no sound beckons the weariest of faces to come hither now my sister my cousin lay your gorgeous body on my benches and my sofas they all say finally my passage to the next world no more life in this life no more pain and no more crying now i may lay this ashen body to its achen rest i wish the rest of you a fuck you all and all by best oh my dearest darling youve been through it real good let me get you a proper cane of fancy wood with your initials on the side carved in finest ornate lettering and the comfiest wheelchair that i can manifest dani the street is me and everyone youd ever want to know or meet lives within me i wont preach no toxic positivity live your life how you deserve to and know that if no else youve got me as family just call dani the street thats me when you need a pick me up or a twirl me round then the street will be there to throw down every cretin every queen and every plague rat and possum human would disappear into this void thats always cruisin it always shows up like it always there like it was built back in the fifties but you look and see all the hair welcome home love does this now awaken you are you questioning your old life decisions one stops and stares stunned at their own ambitions all come to life personified holding a hand out this hat and this cape and this dress all has your name on it this suit and this cloak and this bow tie this bow tie this bulldog jacket and these ballet slippers this long and purple ice skating leotard warm dancing we give this block its running shoes on the prowl from police always the streets army is armed and dangerous and tasked with protecting that which has no protection elsewhere dani the street is me and everyone youd ever want to know or meet lives within me i wont preach no toxic positivity live your life how you deserve to and know that if no else youve got me as family just call dani the street thats me when you need a pick me up or a twirl me round then the street will be there to throw down everyone here belongs in anothers heart

oh my wizard checking up on your crazy wolf thats my wizard whenever despair comes you clown around from your invisible air in the wizard realm where the faith is wildin invest your spirit into your wolf child and play around always have a big bearded smile for all the wolves that you know oh my wizard i hate that ive gotten used to you being gone oh my wizard your magic came in greatly untraditional forms in the wizard realm those biker patches and adventurous eyes carpet all things willing playing around lets do something reckless again so that youll always think of me wizard says wizard wizard photos of you are not easily found well wizard is this one of your tricks at play can i look at them some day in the wizard realm in a silver helmet we shared someone who we were honest to about what happened and why it happened and he seems to take it much stronger kid i know like the wizard i know like the mini wizard im raising and the hell theyll raise upon the Hell Men’s Heaven wizard oh my wizard yeah wizard