after Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer in the spirit of the holiday tune and Space Battleship Yamato
Rudolf the red nosed dreadnought
had many a very shiny nose.
And if you ever saw them
you were probably evacuating home.
You would have to go off world,
because its fire boiled seas.
If you heard Rudolf was coming
your world's leaders grew weak in their knees.
When she first set sail across the stars
the alliance came to say
"Rudolf with your nose bright red,
can you put the myths to bed?"
During the second action
the crew was a bit too green.
It was a rout and poor Rudolf
had to make a swift retreat.
The interstellar war wore on
and her name was a forgotten rose.
Back then, all of her crew wished
they were uniformed in other clothes.
Then the tides began to turn,
year after year blood flowed.
All of the while, mighty Rudolf
became to be feared and well known.
Then one nebula skirmish
turned into a final fray.
The forward warships cornered
all began for the alliance to pray.
Out of the haze came a light,
Rudolf the dreadnought in its unspeakable might,
to wipe the stars clean
with seasoned glee.
All of the other systems loved her.
For everything terrible and wonderful she would mean.
Rudolf the red nosed dreadnought
went down that day and forever more
in galactic alliance history.
original works of parts
Smoker 48
Single file
Down the aisle
Until you meet your match.
Years from now
Learned your how
Come home, door greet: "meow!"
Not the one
That was as fun
More like a "the key tray is for your gun
Too." Ahem. How was your day?
Mhm, uh-hunh, okay.
Good on you. I am too tired to play.
Single file
Down the aisle
Until you meet your match.
"It's in your head"
Perception's bed
Moth wings on walls, pinned spread.
Where do they go
Rejects row
Moonrise fast, sun rises slow
When viewed from the bottom of a well.
Inhale fast. Exhale. Time bled away in spell.
Gray ruins and rune map evaporate
into the evening wind,
Where I am buried, I can never tell.
Down the aisle
Until you meet your match.
Years from now
Learned your how
Come home, door greet: "meow!"
Not the one
That was as fun
More like a "the key tray is for your gun
Too." Ahem. How was your day?
Mhm, uh-hunh, okay.
Good on you. I am too tired to play.
Single file
Down the aisle
Until you meet your match.
"It's in your head"
Perception's bed
Moth wings on walls, pinned spread.
Where do they go
Rejects row
Moonrise fast, sun rises slow
When viewed from the bottom of a well.
Inhale fast. Exhale. Time bled away in spell.
Gray ruins and rune map evaporate
into the evening wind,
Where I am buried, I can never tell.
I Am Going To Die
I am certain that when I die
it will be behind the wheel.
Not because of something I did,
but something I did not feel.
A loose cotter pin, a harmonically vibrating rod.
A bearing wearing metal on metal.
A bolt sheared through in last Winter's frost.
A gear one tooth short whose odd metered song
is lost beneath the 8 cylinder chorus and
the timpani's growling at the tail.
With a thump and a clunk
the dominoes will flop,
into oncoming traffic I will go
until the first law yowls "stop!"
My eyes will burst free of their sockets.
My shoes will fly off like rockets.
Over and over, or maybe over and under,
shell, chassis, and plumbing torn in shreds.
One hundred yards up the street,
beyond the last of the glass
my hand will lay
still gripping the shift knob's steel.
Another ten beyond that,
they'll find my head
with a knowing smile:
"I knew I should have double checked that seal."
it will be behind the wheel.
Not because of something I did,
but something I did not feel.
A loose cotter pin, a harmonically vibrating rod.
A bearing wearing metal on metal.
A bolt sheared through in last Winter's frost.
A gear one tooth short whose odd metered song
is lost beneath the 8 cylinder chorus and
the timpani's growling at the tail.
With a thump and a clunk
the dominoes will flop,
into oncoming traffic I will go
until the first law yowls "stop!"
My eyes will burst free of their sockets.
My shoes will fly off like rockets.
Over and over, or maybe over and under,
shell, chassis, and plumbing torn in shreds.
One hundred yards up the street,
beyond the last of the glass
my hand will lay
still gripping the shift knob's steel.
Another ten beyond that,
they'll find my head
with a knowing smile:
"I knew I should have double checked that seal."
Come Alive
The darkest day you will ever see
will never be as night as what
you left behind.
If you're telling me
never wake terrified.
If you're telling me,
no lights on at night.
If you're telling me,
face up to day sky.
Thunder rolls and nighttime flashes
get longer between snows
that come and go.
If you're telling me the darkest nights
will be lost in childhood, then
I can be any way.
will never be as night as what
you left behind.
If you're telling me
never wake terrified.
If you're telling me,
no lights on at night.
If you're telling me,
face up to day sky.
Thunder rolls and nighttime flashes
get longer between snows
that come and go.
If you're telling me the darkest nights
will be lost in childhood, then
I can be any way.
Board
When everything goes. Must go. Must go!
Decision time. Into the atmosphere
and take our chances there.
Me and my and the voices there.
So simple. Boil down to one cover waits
to be uncovered
and depressed.
Glass on top of red,
in case it needs depressed
by gloved fist
when the world is spinning and
grip the yellow and black tape
less your arm is broken
in rocket powered escape.
Laugh and nod with your
engines leaking fuel to the fire
after fragment punctures. Go!
The board lights up red and
the worst dread imaginable
dragons descending on a single soul
with one shield and one fire begs
options.
Let go.
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire.
One hand on the helmet,
one hand on the lever.
DO OR DIE.
Never say never. And Squeeze.
Glass constellation. Leave.
Decision time. Into the atmosphere
and take our chances there.
Me and my and the voices there.
So simple. Boil down to one cover waits
to be uncovered
and depressed.
Glass on top of red,
in case it needs depressed
by gloved fist
when the world is spinning and
grip the yellow and black tape
less your arm is broken
in rocket powered escape.
Laugh and nod with your
engines leaking fuel to the fire
after fragment punctures. Go!
The board lights up red and
the worst dread imaginable
dragons descending on a single soul
with one shield and one fire begs
options.
Let go.
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire.
One hand on the helmet,
one hand on the lever.
DO OR DIE.
Never say never. And Squeeze.
Glass constellation. Leave.
Who Hates You
Shrugging off cinders.
Rise. Rise!
Shrug cinders.
Open eyes.
A warfield.
A hatetank.
Capsule form.
One to know and three to grow.
A warfield.
One to know.
Skip a dose.
War, in red eyes.
Rise. Rise!
Shrug cinders.
Open eyes.
A warfield.
A hatetank.
Capsule form.
One to know and three to grow.
A warfield.
One to know.
Skip a dose.
War, in red eyes.
Who Loves You
Taking long walks near the ports and docks
around the neighborhood, where the Fox and
the chapel is kind of hood.
Not hood in the way that people think is today.
Hood in its own struggle to be somebody
instead of someone else's piss puddle.
Working on a way. Working on a way to try
to save the fucking day for people not like me,
but people who had a turn or two to put them there
and need to learn how the trees sway
When the wind blows it hits us all.
When the wind comes they have someone to call.
I don't. I float and they... Yeah... they try
and I cry helping them to get their piece and
helping them to get their lease, helping them
and running from the rain that will definitely freeze.
Talk it out slow, it'll come alright,
let it buck, pay your buck, but don't let the bow
break. Everything is about to shake in Winter.
It's been fun Summer, things are about to get leaner.
Do not make me talk to you like some kind of tweener.
I've had enough of the growing up shiiiii
here's my middle finger.
In all seriousness, who loves you girl?
In all seriousness, who loves your world?
Can I gain access. No. Can I gain a vest. No.
We are best friends. Just friends. Just ... world
happens. World happens. World happens.
World happens. World happiness.
Do you know how I struggle and I wonder?
Do you know how I think about being close to you
when thunder comes? I never knew storms
could be different 'til they were.
I didn't know evil thought
until you looked at me when I slurred.
What do you need, son?
What do you need, ma'am?
What do you need, son?
What do you need, ma'am?
What do you need, son?
What do you need, ma'am?
What you need, son.
What you need, ma'am?
The question and answer
is "I am!"
around the neighborhood, where the Fox and
the chapel is kind of hood.
Not hood in the way that people think is today.
Hood in its own struggle to be somebody
instead of someone else's piss puddle.
Working on a way. Working on a way to try
to save the fucking day for people not like me,
but people who had a turn or two to put them there
and need to learn how the trees sway
When the wind blows it hits us all.
When the wind comes they have someone to call.
I don't. I float and they... Yeah... they try
and I cry helping them to get their piece and
helping them to get their lease, helping them
and running from the rain that will definitely freeze.
Talk it out slow, it'll come alright,
let it buck, pay your buck, but don't let the bow
break. Everything is about to shake in Winter.
It's been fun Summer, things are about to get leaner.
Do not make me talk to you like some kind of tweener.
I've had enough of the growing up shiiiii
here's my middle finger.
In all seriousness, who loves you girl?
In all seriousness, who loves your world?
Can I gain access. No. Can I gain a vest. No.
We are best friends. Just friends. Just ... world
happens. World happens. World happens.
World happens. World happiness.
Do you know how I struggle and I wonder?
Do you know how I think about being close to you
when thunder comes? I never knew storms
could be different 'til they were.
I didn't know evil thought
until you looked at me when I slurred.
What do you need, son?
What do you need, ma'am?
What do you need, son?
What do you need, ma'am?
What do you need, son?
What do you need, ma'am?
What you need, son.
What you need, ma'am?
The question and answer
is "I am!"
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