Candy and Stellar Collapse

inside and out

I am an ever rotten and

rotting rainbow.

I enjoy eating

myself in public,

while simultaneously sucking

on the lollipop of failure

to kill myself; it is shaped like a word

and its shine is similar to that of a sad and sickening

representation.

Sometimes my ugliness

causes me to vomit all over those I supposedly

"love,"

as they drink

in my melting color through

a very long straw; as they gaze

up at me and praise me

for my distinctive and divine

ability

to grow knives out of my eyes.

It's all so nauseating

that it causes me to vomit a second time

in and endless

orgasm of refracted self-destruction.

In this way,

I have defied the inevitability of death and

will live forever

...just thought you should know.

Pink Blossoms on a Wolf's Tongue

Stills from Stellet Licht (Silent Light) by Carlos Reyagadas (2007)

born in the nucleus of

the Rabbit King

the poor in spirit brought warm winter soup

and lambs unto slaughter wore garlands around

their throats

and all the angels above sang light from

open wrists

but the baby just drooled on the ground

it just foamed from the mouth

like a rabid dog

it grew old as water's glow waned

and dug for treasures hidden inside its

terrifying

body

and rose higher and farther into the sky until

in the womb of a black star,

it died

crying and laughing

at the same time