A self-portrait of the Messiah

I vomit up a million hearts
My legs bend backwards at the shins
I'm entangled with despair, unable to move
I'm shocked with approval
Dying, I cry out for more

I am the crescent scab on Gandhi's knee
I pour ambrosia through a coffee filter
Drinking it, I enter a vision quest
I'm curled up on a sheet of glass, in a pool of sweat
I walk barefoot in the grass, each blade a rabid spectator
I am the mirror that reflects evil

A harem of octopuses, gasping for breath
A thousand tarantulas carrying eight thousand eyes
A hookah hose connected to my brain stem
My beautiful invisible android son

I slingshot stones at an electric pole
I fire twelves backwards into my mind
I closely orbit the Sun in a wooden dinghy

I eat roots until my stomach bleeds
I press keys endlessly at a text terminal
I burn the Moon onto a CD-R

The walls melt away into a sea of cockroaches

The whole universe kneels before my ineptitude

Written December 30, 2021. Posted May 16, 2022.