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