Deviant since Mar 7, 2011 | Premium Member until Dec 26, 2016
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The month of March is upon us. Today was the warmest day we've had around here since last October, and most of the snow melted away over the past 24 hours, leaving the ground a tragic muddy mess. I really do hate mud. I'd rather the ground stay frozen to be honest. But oh well, not much can be done about it.
I'm currently working on page 562 of The Longest Night. It won't be uploaded for months, because I work far ahead of the curve, understand. What I post today is something I made 5 months ago, and so on and so forth, in the same way that the plot of The Longest Night is something I wrote 5-10 years ago. Concentric circles of time, radiating outward across the pond of our lives, like the subtle rainbow ripples sweeping slowly and cosmically past after a lump of polished quartz was tossed into the water by a jewel-covered boy a thousand years ago.
Intersect me like cinnamon! There is no past like the truth of a dreamwolf! Tarnish me like cheesecloth! In the dreamlight of an age of forested pinches and drifting flowers!
Flames in the barn on the night your sister died Trampled to death by Boy Scouts behind the hay Drinking vodka with cottage cheese floating in it I while away the hours while you worked a goddamned loom
And under our minty moon in the misty room Staring out past the frosty tomb Lemons cavort with rubber and ruin Angels and brats and devils and boys
Boys and devils and brats and angels Circle round and stomp you down Stomp all over the things they've found Eating strawberries I see the sun
Did you enjoy that outburst of verse? I versified the outburst suddenly Ruined under the stairs in our underwear And we're not yet finished I thunder
Thundering down the hallways lightly Wearing beads and T-shirts nightly Rolled up in the sheets like butter Buried under boys, you smother
Ask the pincher, ask him twice Butter me bread like a berg of ice Burn the bathtub and your face Don't look back on this disgrace
All around the midnight table Brats drink whiskey when they're able Stumbled down the alley discrete Stepping on a midget with their feet
Rarry Rainbows sparkle before me Midnight sun will shine behind me Cinnamon War-Pops floating over me Flashing, Crashing all around me
Go to the castle of your own destruction Play the game of rusted suction Rusty bacon overlord of saucepans I demand your heat and I am a wolfie
Concentric circles of time Radiating outward across the pond of our lives Like the subtle rainbow ripples Sweeping cosmically past your corpse After you were magically smothered to death by adorable-looking 13 year old boys wearing masks Because what could be ever sweeter? Well, maybe to have a yellow ant eater...
And on that note we say "That's Enough!!" ... for now.