prometheus
was the first
arsonist
and
my head feels
stuffed
with angry spiders
so as far as
good morning
affirmations go
today is
not the day
if your
magic eight ball
says differently
shake it
until the blue liquid
gets so
bubbly
the message reads
whatever
you want it
to say
or wait until
the eagle
finishes off
fire boy’s liver
chuck
the plastic seer
into the flaming eye
of the gods own
penance
my brain feels
spidery
it is far too
cold
when i miss you
this much