August 26th, 2004

Cthulhu Joyce

Journey

I am not a heart that quits
and gives out because it doesn't know you.
You cannot shy away and hide behind
stained glass windows and Samurai.
The samurai, regal in her gothic armor,
cuts you to the quick and shatters
your secrets.

I am Ronin borne from realized promises
and mirrors spread across ash.
I fear no death in the valley of dark
as I trickle from you. I forge my sword
in the inferno of you and claim
your legacy as my Bushido.
I live because you have already died.

This is our freedom;
my magic is in your blood
it swims in veins that savor it
and release only through torture.
Beginning a journey away from peasantry
where we scream "We are arrived."
We shall arrive as royalty
and turn the macabre dance of demons.
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Cthulhu Joyce

Superman

Superman teaches
jovial and charismatic
stomping knowledge into slugs.
Even if his tights are hidden
his booming voice and broken glasses
are a dead giveaway. He can fly
and does every night saving
communities from their own weight.

He is a banshee
and white as death singing
tribute to his own story -
a chronicle completed
well before his time.