Wild, screaming off balconies with tattered hair
and eyes rash-red,
naked and flailing in the wind
toes gripping concrete like bark,
Black wind, black night, black encumberment
arguing with yourself
throwing fists at the shadows you can’t see,
threatening to jump,
Probing the sky with every leap as the ashy tubes flutter away their flint
Boiled water in a bulb, a chemically induced euphoria of kaleidoscopic wings,
you fly like embers
and float away in a restless sleep,
a seven second joy ride in the passenger seat
with the likes of Albert,
smiling through squinted lashes,
his tongue wagging in the frictionless frame in which he resides.
Albert steers left and slams on the breaks,
but it’s a commonly accepted fact
that zombies can only drive lawnmowers
And my Audi R8 is neither.
Forgotten in a troglodytic history,
a cousin’s life with the coat hanger
is easily misconstrued for normalcy
while the carbons and parchment of middle school
offer no refuge from the Oni.
“The devil works in mysterious ways”,
but they may be devils themselves
so I wouldn’t pay much regard.
So just take one more hit.
When your eyes go demon
take that plunge.
Walk to the subway and pray that the devil’s foot misses you.
Remember who sat and ate flowers and who ran naked through the streets.
Flowers will get you killed if you keep your head down.
Remember blades of grass falling toward you.
Remember the earthen smell as it compacts in your nostrils.
Remember the taste of the forest.
Remember the sting of hot concrete.
Remember the howl of a dozen onlookers.
Remember the Oni.
Remember Albert warned you.
You are energy, child. You are unbounded, unorientable energy.
You are angel’s dust.
You are angel dust.
You are a chemical imabalance.
You are unbalanced by chemicals.
You are bounded, bounded,
bounded by logic,
you are bounded by logic
beneath the logical boundaries
Chemical tulip sprouts in your nerves
sprouts in your nerves
shy of sheers.
You are brilliant, baby.
You never needed darkness.
You never needed chemicals,
You never needed wings.
You never needed what you never needed
But need never needs logic.
You discarded fool.
This full city has left me alone.
And Albert ate your ashes.
Albert wears your shoes.
Albert fucks your husband.
Albert holds you against electrons.
Albert wrote your book.
Albert got the praise.
Albert lived your life.
Albert is the soul you never had.
This soul of yours is a malignent mole on the shoulder of the Earth.
You have been discarded by huffing the ashes of boiled tulips.
You have the ashen feet of a fallen soldier
Who only wanted to come home to his wife
His wife is Albert.
An asexual demon.
Albert fucked her husband.
He stole your place.
You have died.
Twelve years and your soul is wind.
Wind in my hair.
And I shun tulips now because of you.
Rot in hell. You are the element of a Dhramin, Oni.