COURT

slumped in my turbulence
i sumptuous
and mad fathom the
pinkulous cadavers
of my sort
of dead
where the living
is as optional
as a sum
of all familiars
dissipating in
a swarm
of perpetual
miasma.

or a very fine day.

a kingdom at court
drumming pinwheels
into hardly
the cyclone
with the softest
fist…
too illuminated
to be
All Gone.
and too
at risk

to be worthless