Shuttle Bus 17: A Poetry Collection

Lily/Lily Preface

All through recollection of my youth,

Did I find tendencies of neglect, scorn

From spoilt sandwich crusts to bruised knuckles

Making robots out of zip ties and paper clips,

Or constructing a castle out of take-out paper sacks,

Using any instrument of curiosity to combat against

This metonymy, that I'm bombastic, full metal terrorist

Ripping petals off of lilies became a passion for every

Lily who rejected my lingering questions now rhetorical

Who would find beauty in remorse, in watching me

Scrape the skin off of my lips since speaking meant no avail

In my own catacomb I reconcile to animalistic virtue,

Hyping myself in order to administer a mane of tigress skin,

With held together platelets of wolven musculature

I puff out my pronounced chest and make way to the abysmal

Coffin at which I reside for the next twelve ingrained years,

Replaying each motive of wonder, rolling amid an avalanche,

A science fair anomaly, a spectacle among many, freakish and grim

I lay a carpeted entrance for my trained and reinforced tongue,

The teeth guarding the monstrous magnificence as prison defendants,

The paradoxical remnants of what is conditioned through glares

And second guessing from getting ridiculed by spartans

Mixed methodically with bleak numbness, of stripping the opposable thumbs,

The bi-legged complex with that of mounted devolution, being

That of which you feast upon,

This was but all of mere unimportance, as my lips remained as

A membrane against the toxicity of speaking what lays stagnant

Between cognition and impulsivity of aggression

I lift my head, seeing the indigo earthly dome amidst the window panes,

As but another passing glimpse,

I wanted to be her last glance,

But much like a restrictive autocracy,

I am but a slave to my own body,

And I fade once more to the background.

Lily Preface

I am but what you inflict,

I am what you have detained,

What you pretend eligible,

I am but of a sack of flesh,

But with a mind as a pillar

When connecting a roadway

Between these two fossils,

Your ploy is defenseless.

Your ensuing throttle of

Hiccups and cacophony

Do not penetrate my interior.

For the quills on my back

Stand far too high,

And your needle remains

Distraught and lost,

With what entails in my

Furrish web of ooze

I sharpen my molars

Against the poking

And prodding you

Make with your pupils.

I am your experiment,

That you no longer

Pretend you created

Masterfully, thoughtfully.

I am your miscarriage

Of all your ambitions,

Aspirations.

I am the Animal,

And you are the Prey.