A King’s Kingdom


King of my own kingdom, picking out the ring that I kiss

Dark architect of castle sun; a marble-mover moving around

On a marble steed, eternally slicing its cropped trot


Suffocating lung, blinding eye, heart that beat itself silent

Drown these in the oily vinegar along with:

My memories of childhood friends drowning


I repurposed my skull into a pinhole camera

I was only obligated to throw away my brain

At night, alone, I develop myself in a dark room


Published at Claudius Speaks