Yellow Planetary Coma

Keyed into my genes
My limbs are language cursed

crucified hostages, meshed with words estranged from the golden flower

Slouched into my sacred outfit

the purse of my borrowed skull

clanks with literal galaxies

preoccupied and carving

onto recycled paper

Erect sun wonders why
I reject
the curvy pace of earth
as frenzied roots puncture the brail

of my heart’s inertia

Artist's response: Julien Lavigne