I am all out of ideas at the moment.

There was a clarity and there
is clarity, but today, it's out of my reach. Today it's just a
bag filled with the past,
and I keep shaking the
bag and pissing the past off.

Feeling hollow, rotted out, but
the dead flesh is being consumed,
too slowly, so very slowly.

There will be fresh meat,
but the maggots must consume.

(go maggots!)

(You are a treat to be sure.)

keep looking, stop writing


Geometry is fabulous

Individual gears are rough,
the whole machine is gorgeous.

Absolutely!! (speak?)

(no, here->) My god,
it's full of *.
{->veins, pulse, pump, thrum} full of *.
{->bump, b-bump, b-b-bump} full of
life
and
living blood.

the diamond smile under the bridge
(echoing in you, not so hollow after all, eh?)
(don't describe it, say
WHAT IT IS)

Blank page or a prison
bars holding you in or
keeping you out?
Both, yes
It's a torus.
Not grass, but the
back of a beast, groggy and
with no plans to wake up
any time soon (the clarity
(my god, it's full of *)
)

Brain, with sound effects

Bzzt! Clink, clatter, shwo

So Blissfully Empty

All clear, dear - not a sound
to be heard.
Just the sizzle
of the people.

That is all I have to say other than

Starting fresh

The curves, the curvature of the earth and the curvature of your spine are so very similar.
Backs like yours go on and on past the horizon, joining with your equally curved legs.
You're like Ourobouros, but you don't eat yourself, but you can touch your feet to your head.
Ourobouros has no feet and has no feats other than the rabid self-consumption if his?self.

What is the curvature of the spine that can wrap itself around the world?