revenge

in my anger i moved mountains and stacked them nolens volens onto my roof.
as the beams below creaked and shuddered, i heaved
water-logged limbs up, around, slapping and struggling
over crags and bark
over logs and mulch
and moss dry like wool and
insects vibrating
in the tombs of their ancestors.

the air withered under my breathing, turned sheet ice and lightning in my lungs.
as i passed the summit of one palisade, i felt no relief
only grim determination in anticipation of the ascent of the second peak
and the breath went flat and sharp
in a labouring diaphragm
and arms trembled, agonized
heart murmmering
in protest of my self-made demise.

i climbed and climbed in self-sacrifice; how the atmosphere grew dark
and darker from blue to purple to velvet painting
all shot with stars sharp and clear and cruel, each sing-songing
about universal entropic loss
seas, and the salt of seas, and rocks
dissolving unknown to me and
dark matter groaning
under weight of its own, en masse.

the final butte had no parting words of wisdom in my wake, it only chuckled.
i haughtily flipped my toes from its tip and launched
the mound of mountains collapsed into my old home as i flew off,
determined and predetermined
to pitch battle with light
all my lives and novas
every gas and flares to swallow
that never again would a day dawn on me singularly.


in my anger i flew toward the sun - that judas of all dark, secret things - to swap blows.
heat intractable, furnaces untold, oh nebuchadnezzar lives there
but rage burns brighter, revenge for every morning that bloomed without you
my fists out, and rushing
to plunge the sun, insane.
i'd blister and bruise him,
my mouth open - concious with flame -
to consume, and in the consuming, be consumed.