Pocket Infinity

Something in the air
A wisp in the cinders
Caught in a wind
Descending killer fog

Electric complexes
Shoot the sky
Intimidating by
Way of light

These bolts of fire
Crisp and uplift
An aura airborne
In alpine force

Inhalation of fractals
Fine dust spinning
Like a spiral galaxy
Suspended interstellar

Cloud complex
Garnished with stars
Flaking in the light
Of these powerful bolts

When they strike
Are set off
Intaking the bold

But their meaning
Is stoic and


Chilled Chaos

Chilled Chaos

Perfumes of petrichor
And ozone
Are rife.

Lightning is
Flying with

Cinder bolts crisp,
Gold blood stone bolts
Blitz gasoline.

Inverse smokestacks
Jet nebula smoke
Through chemical contrails.

Diffuse vapor floods
Pulsate with the hum
And fuzz of embers.

Tufts of grey rum-scented
Cloud chaff currents
Twinkle and swarm,

With shards of
Thunder slag

Blinking behind
Crystal floe elixirs of
Liquid quartz.



I remember that day
When waves weren’t sated

A shelter had always been kind
As rooms outside my shrine

No one could ever chance upon
Someone over which to fawn

But I did
And I burned

I called the lightning eyes
And the red clouds saw my flare

Shot into the darkened air
To call the singing sky

With antennae spires
My obelisk conspirers

Seeking to contact clouds
If the tempest accepts me

And it did
So it burned me

Bolt chains and arc strings
Controlling every feeling

Melting will and searing flesh
Denoting my lost shell mesh

It didn’t hurt
But it burned

Static thoughts
Charged actions

Electric feedback in all I touch
Clouded grey and forced reactions

Marionetted by the red clouds
Taken control of by blue bolts

The blue veins were, too
Turned red as artery hue

In the eye of the tornado
Hailing storm’s capacity

Standing in the hurricane
Leeching from the sky’s domain

I am the battery
I am the pistol

Amperage matching
The one who’s in control

For when it made landfall
I was the one
Who was taken a hold of



Where could I start?
Where oh where could I let these butterflies go?
You might not even listen
Or understand how much it means
She’s a symbol to me
Of more than herself, of course
She means to me what it means to breathe
To live
Be alive in a place that everyone else can only dream of being alive
And in those moments I thought nothing at all for all the things I told her
Her absolutely unmatched allure
Right down to the way she walked and dressed
I wouldn’t say she’s like power,
I’d say she is a power
A force of nature, taken to flesh
Borne of dark dreams and sent to me
For a purpose I’ll never know, now
But something that toys with my sullied mind as every moment ceases to be
Every moment with hand in hand was a connection to everything
She was the conduit for unreality for me
It never escaped me, that thought
I knew very well that she possessed something I’d never again see
That force of hers, she wielded it deftly
Over me, and the others before me
They all fell to her, but in the end she relented to me
And me alone
She trusted me with that say over her power
In her eyes, she must have felt bottled like lightning
But to me, I wasn’t the one who bottled her, no, I was simply a vessel to capture that
And I had a hold of that force of nature for months
When I misused that wondrous, awe-inspiring lightstorm, it lashed back at me and scarred me for eternity