(un)stable pt I
the air was stagnant
poisoned
impossible
thick
he sat
the room was dark
nothing seemed to matter
not anymore
it isn’t as if
he breathed
as if blood pumped
through his veins
thoughts pumped
through his vanity
poison felt right
just cloying enough
to clog
his circuitry
(un)kempt pt II
on the topic
of isotopes
extraneous electrons
stuck in unstable
orbits
the amount of energy
required
in unrequited
resonance
half lives lived in constant flux
gamma
beta
alpha
omega
tis the quirks
of quarks
that mislead
the missing missives
of
misunderstood
meanderings
retroactively irradiating
the double helix
arcs climbing
jacob’s ladder to nowhere
population: two
(un)caring pt III
(s)he
is a she
or a he
depending
on the prismatic lens
of regret
shining down
spectral
spectrums
septums
and sultans
unkempt
in binary cohesion
a subtle refusal
to follow
unguided guidelines
handsomely beautiful
beautifully banal
lost
locked
without a key
(s)he bleeds poison
if (s)he
bleeds
at all
(un)reliable pt IV
reality
is a fleeting illusion
this is all he can come up with
in the cold vacuum
of
too much space
the universe
is an uncaring hearse
carrying
the already dying embers
his coffin
is his open area
juxtaposed
by the vase of clipped colors
that floats lazily
by his featureless face
in his mind’s eye
glimmering
like glitter
(s)he sits
(un)necessary pt V
he
is an official
artificial lifeform
it
more factually
inaccurate
unreliably function over
formality
(s)he
is holographical perfection
a constructed construct
structurally unsound
in the vast depths
of his shallow
ones and zeros
dripping poison
into the void
of
his temporal state
of
temporary forever
(un)ending pt VI
in simple symbiosis a joining of mind shards shaping serendipity faulty wiring causes a fault in default programming where once was many now lie two incomprehensible in their separate inseparability the android strata and the undefined persona non grata coexist in non-cohesive convalescence
(s)he become he become her become one no longer fractured no longer poisonous but wholly un-whole holy and supreme in succulent decadence a random string of code encoded in this reality relay of codified coda
elbow grease… the Aussie way
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Oh yeah, this is the good oil.
Does Australian slang translate?
‘The good oil’ means legit.
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it makes sense with an explanation. that is the first time i have heard that phrase and i like it. this was inspired by you and your writings. i was going to dedicate it to you but i worried it was not good enough to label as brought on by your wonderfulness.
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I could feel the love, Mike. I really could.
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