A bearded serpent insinuates down the gilded hallway
Of a preeminent luxury hotel
Like empty spools strung together to amuse a toddler
The sangfroid the gelidity

Turning and turning in the tovish corkscrew
The hoop snake would not forestall the collision
The irresistible and unresisted reflex of contraction

Winding on the Moiraien bobbin until flax fragments

Don’t speak to me of the cigarette of chastity
The curling sidestreams
You mendacious opportunist
Who issue a turbid denial of the fragmentary exigency
If you want discontinuity you can find it aplenty
But why not seek out continuity you protest
That well-meaning and profitable virtue
It’s worth the cost of constriction

I’ve experienced the explosion of internal organs
Even pacifists must hook their sleeves to parry

And that things fall apart was ever a lament
A frowning diagnosis
But judgments begin in facts

In some respects yes life is a meatloaf sandwich

People suck at comprehending a spectrum
The subtle gradient
Safety belt to straight jacket

Fact against denial
Some things stay the same
And some things change
The problem is not so much into which category a thing might fall
But whether categories are subject to an imperative
Taxonomy did not create the viper
So what’s the problem

A butterfly ever in chrysalis
Boys condemned to lostness to boyhood
Girls never to grow into mommy’s high heels
The minifex ligature
The ultra-violet shift
The reptilian anamorph

I won’t be cool

Like a child to expose the shreddy tissue of corrupt aspiration

And so a stark choice is set before us
The cool emollient caress of security
Or the salt the shot and the lime