Mega Man
James Davis
I learned his patterns, parried his bombs,
got all up in his face, all up in his guts.
If I kept him running, he could never fire.
I learned his patterns, parried his bombs,
got all up in his face, all up in his guts.
If I kept him running, he could never fire.
My favorite apocalypse
happens halfway through
as in, everything comes down
and you’ve got to keep going
the worship / of a songbird / laced into its baby blue / bonnet / of sky // the dead dog / copy-pasted / its same small crooked paws / around this corner / and
You are still trying to name yourself, still scribbling on your tombstones, still threading through sutures. You are partition & parenthesis.
Her soft shoe leaves the ground. The sword across
her lap strikes with lightning, penetrates necromancy.
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