A Matchstick for the Puppeteer

He was not paid the proper respect
but now, in a grand
rewriting of history,
he will make the world burn.
His sentence for mankind
is death.
Everyone.
The walls they erected will not hold him
because they do not contain his mind.
he will make them cry out for their god,
piss on themselves,
and wretch into their own laps.
Everything will burn.
The fire begins with a spark
and spreads
and cannot be contained.
The flames reach out, distended and orange,
filled with his laughter,
filled with his spitting rage,
filled with his blood flowing from his lips and cheeks
as he bites through them
trying to contain the bile in his throat
as he watches
all of you
and everything you own,
and everything you love,
and everything you hold dear,
burn.
He is a trenchant harbinger
of what is to come
and from his bed in the sanitarium
he dreams of it every night.

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Fermat�s Absolute Last Theorem

1 + 1 = 2
bodies on the floor
10 + 10 = 20
pints of blood in my tub
1 + 0 = 1
chainsaw blades used (top quality)
0 - 1 = -1
nosy neighbors bothered by the noise
x + y = infinite
screams I�ll hear in my dreams tonight

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Dance, Marionette, Dance

no wind
no mountains
no grass
no trees
no clouds
no smoke
no birds
no sun
no stars
no family
no friends
no jokes
no music
no sound at all

heat from nowhere
and everywhere
seething
pulsing
your body engorged
with radiation
darkness
dripping like oil
sealing to blistered skin
black sand
underfoot
a beach of nothing

and you walk

until

you try to collapse
but hands
from behind the curtain
lift you back up
and push you on

and you walk

until

spinning in a circle
looking for something
looking for light
searching for nature
yearning for a companion
or a whisper
or a shape
a drop of rain
something to drown out the silence
to wash away
the pitch black
give you a direction
spinning in a circle
no relief from the heat
turning your organs to jelly
. . . from the heat . . .
the heat
eyeballs melting like wax to your sockets
the heat . . .

and you collapse into the sand
only to be yanked to your feet
muscles cramping
turning to stone under your skin
you hear nothing
see only blackness
but you know what to do

and you walk.