Poetry by dance mckobb

​all but fungal remains

i have nightmares
soiled structures and scream things
mushrooms crushed under moonlight mysteries 
and sharp teeth treaties that pave way towards a pallid prelude 
one where i am shaking 
tongue crying 
at war with a wake-up call
and thrown into a reality dreamt up from a red wine dynasty
in which my ankles render me immobile
where i know deep down
to put the pastry in the back of my head
in a hiding place where my fingers would snap if in close proximity
or cast the soda into this proverbial shipwreck
without a captain to care 
kraken coils choking the little life i had left 
there were crumbs created in my character
bits of bread designed in my name
carbs becoming the product of god
and this cushioned vessel cradles my ass better than any man could appreciate
outside is a mostly unknown episode 
one i'm rarely seen on
if there wasn't any pain
there'd be acknowledgement 
and i'm not sure which is worse
but i'm a better man now
just because and nothing more

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Bio: dance mckobb is an existential crisis corps an endless idea
don't think about it too much
lest we recruit you

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