They Say

there’s always
an eye opening
moment
before sobriety.

The first time
for me was the
morning after
waking up

having dranken
from the tank my
miramo moss ball
was floating in.

i remember
drunk as fuck

lifting the
cold orb
into my palms

and pouring
its contents
down my throat

until it was
nearly
half empty.

it could
have been
poisonous.

Role Playing Game

if I was
a character
in an RPG

my race
would,
regretably,
be human.

my class
would be
druid.

As one of
the earth,

my power
Would be
dependent
upon

moon and
sun cycles.

I would
channel
energy
via proper
execution

of mythical
centering
techniques
[in hopes
to ground]

As this
shapeshifter,

my forms
Would 
depend upon

chemical
substances
I consume.

you would not
want to meet
other forms
of me

on a
bad day.

as any novice,
responsible
for containing
such force,
[vessel
of chaos]

I could not
control it
all the time.

I would attempt
to ride it out

without causing
excess destruction.

i could make
no promises.

science

I am
my own
chemistry
set.

experiment:
how many
beers,
chili lime
potato chips,
and lemon
bubble waters
does it
take to
start a
volcano?

make ruins
parts
in you
left
that think
of him?

molten lava
each that
still wants,

memories
pompeii’d.

leave them

charred ash
still in
shape,
despite
themselves.

burned
alive
so quick
in place

they could
never
stand a
chance
to survive.

look,
but don’t
touch.

Timely

nature of things

from my
experience
the severity
of damage
done is
entirely
based upon
the composition
of the culprit.

liquids:
destroy
from the
inside out,

[stripping
pipes,
clogging
vital organs]

gas:
suffocates,

[poison,
words
traveling
along the
human
exhalation
of anger]

solids:
being
the most
deadly.

[the power
to crush
things with
brute force]

we call
the combination
of the
first two
natural disasters,

but
underestimate
the most
deadly
megazorde
of them
all,

us.


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