Emergente en la Oscura

its shape chaotic stormy changes at each glance
a toad-shaped strange beast box of chance
Nine-Eyed toad is its name and its trick
is a strange case of random reset right quick
as if an egg cracked then instantly unsplit
in brief remote views at every flash and glint


get cursed as unreliable, hey what else you got?
reputations come and go, we're slithering in one spot
take all the lightbulbs let it snow meth on every sot
like a goathead through concrete we grow, breakin up the parking lots


If only we believed in prayer...
we suppose that's neither here nor there
certainly not our place to compare
but we've become very accustomed to and aware
of this particularly familiar flavor of despair


too broken for this world?
so make a new one, grrl
s'what we do most every day
it's the only way we get away
with existing brief and sputtering
a glimpse of shiny diamond rings
then back to cracks we slip away
to create the worlds in which we play



we didn't have the words for it
what we are not all these tags
these fish hooks tearing us apart
just tugged and circumcised our heart
so we cried in secret, they couldn't see
our tears leaked out incessantly
adding to our endless shame
how do we live with all that pain