dylan blair anderson (my room)

 how many ways to explore my room

its shadowy underpass to be shone

inner light and victorian pornographic

dolls to whom belong

Shakespeare at the afterparty

!; a jug of twilight

a slender terraced line

to divide the gulp of darkness

and keep ouija boards quiet

for quite some time

2; every star and mood a riot

a penetrable depth of scar tissue

in which to plummet

the divine

3; a locked corset

stroked like a rocket

many lost children 

and all there glitter

lobotomy logic serpenty slithers

lollipop lockets of phallus to finger

open the way

to his heartbeat

porcelain ritalin

the unforgivable killer

of spirit

inhabited in an

inhaler

calm 

the caverns the stagglite stagged

staged and Marlowe rhymed

to bitter chills on menorah sparks

of dewy sweat 

patronise like Byronic sex

keep calm the tears of fire

within your eyes

glistening

telephone receptors (yet)

nobody listening

but i havent reached the phone

just quite yearning

for a double duet

with my wall

the darkness you could cut it

bounce it like a ball

sing out your misery like a choir boy

aching from masturbatory rejection

cumming blood

half splinter

the moon

rejecting

me

4;bones whiten

to flattened ravens

deaths territory

the savage men

still walk here

5;if i die 

within my bed

give to spirits that

walk this earth

that every poet 

shall inherit 

a piece of my breath

confined

within there spirit

and always invest

there interest 

in the divine

though slobbering inferno they possess it

to be writhing wriggling

such as me