wild onion fractal

The Cult of Donyell Marshall

a giant revolving sphere

turnstile mind

tether on the universe

he fingered the washing women

surgery on a camel but for what value

the plans are layered

THE FURRY ARMY a fox and man in bed

on the axis trunk meintolkienvibes

i ionized the black freak

sent sideways the shadow the fear

fame and ancient disco

on the enamel fringe creases

the silicon teeth mouths

razor pulses streaming

the hind piece of getaway

they harvested my glittering soul

and placed my very likeness in the crown

of the heathen fear lord – it that causeth

the unrevealed forms to shift

and make best the dank spirit

moved but for the echoes that define

the lonely perception that has no common

tongue