The Cupcake
A mouse riding a matchstick is a tiny witch
with tiny spells to spin and tiny ingredients to gather
all around the world. Vein of nine month grape.
Leaf shard of tobacco. Coin of copper and
flake of nail. And one morning lash of eye.
Twelve jimmies of rainbow and a palmful of sweet snow.
On cliff-sides and forests, through caves, across mesas.
Jesus fucking Christ, I need to vacuum.
Let's Do Something
"Come hang." "Don't be sure. Come hang,
I am not asking." "That's fine, don't drink too much."
"My friend would like to meet you." "Now is as good
a time to start as any." "They're not judging you."
"You can leave whenever you feel like it." "Of course
you can come back if you need to walk a while."
"Well, we may lock you out if it's late." "Take
little walks." "You should stop by is all that I am saying."
"See if you feel like it, then." "Come hang."
"I will put up a tire swing when I don't have to call
every time." "I don't have a jungle gym, but
you can climb on the furniture if you have to."
"I don't think I have a domino set, do you?"
"We have some clear and some liqueurs.
Bring whatever you want."
"I can't help you with that." "I've been waiting too."
"The next total eclipse is 2067." "I know, right."
"Haley's comet dissolved by now, way out in-" "It
totally could have if it hit something."
"No, it didn't survive its last trip around the sun.
I am pretty sure it blew itself apart. Granted, on its way
out." "Absolutely the plans are pretty open."
"Just me, Alex, Meredith, Jen, Ash, Cox, Whinny, David,
Chibs, Phil Will, and Brii."
"Yeah, I will see you then." "Sounds great."
Doorbell
Phone goes off depthcharge. Phone goes off depthcharge.
Surface! Air! Twelve atmospheres! Air! Surface!
Still waves and wavelets reflect the sun.
Slopes break and peel away, foam and shimmer.
Whorls and weirs and miniature wake
spread tongues of afternoon fire glimmer
yellow, gold, and rose peals of bell and steeple and
glisten armor shingle. Rise.
The front door stands clear.
Out comes the helm first
then shoulders. Then spine and tails whip.
Stumble and stumble the two stairs to front walk.
Hunched groan. A father snaps free.
Another. Another. Faster coming.
Joints breathe. Checked at the awning,
car keys fall from hand.
Cobwebs and caught flies fall from rafters.
Undisturbed dust showers silt. Wings good for swims
or flight, still caged and rustling behind.
As far as I go, no further.
The mouth of our cave.
Turn the mailboxes flag if you would like to leave a note.
I am drunk. I am violent. I am not a citizen.
You are. Can I borrow one of your
depthcharges? Scales flake and fall,
sonorous as steel plate against concrete.
I would like an alarm for tomorrow.
How else will you watch the sun rise,
with a dragon to watch it with you?
I will cut them off when you
sever your own nose. I already have a collection of them.
When you begin a collection of your own, perhaps.
Meter long feathers bend,
snap, and fall away.
Push joints in ways they are not built to move.
Force movement backward
into the voluminous negative space of cave.
Slip the mouth into its latches.
Prime the weapon. Turn the warhead live.
And, I will come for you,
not a minute before.
The Cupcake (Inacinch remix)
I am not a muffin yet!
I have muffined. What's your problem?
I don't have a problem. I am just saying, muffining is hard.
I am a cake in a cup instead of a cup trying to hold in a cake!
Like a muffin do?
Like a muffin do!
Can you imagine what a muffin does while its waiting to be
eaten after it comes out of the oven? What does it say
to its muffin breaderin?
I see what you did there.
You'll muffin out, cake in a cup. Give it time.
The timer is going off in about five minutes. I am pretty sure
there is no way to accelerate biological functions.
Challenge accepted.
I hope you get eaten first.
You will get eaten last. I hope you are prepared
for seeing what cannot be unseen
with no one to talk to about the horrors that will
tear your paper cup soul
to pieces.
Doorbell (Junkieaccel Remix)
What! What!?
I cannot get enough up off the floor
say force see force and call it a draw
on four on three on two see me, I
chase down
a bird shot
like a dog cross
a bog
and bring it back to-
the taste of blood is amazing.
Fabulous. Delectable. Shiver.
Wonderful. Familiar. Lovely. Addict. Blossom. One
of a kind.
More. More! Sample. Please. Pretty please.
I cannot go out tonight.
If you must-
A tooth so large it's mistaken
for bones of a 'saur laid naked.
I can't go out
because I will pout
while being myself
and mistaken.
