“divine” – “dissection” – “perforated”


as the ashes of the last star drift

i am left again to eternal darkness

this emptiness infinitely more trustworthy

than its lighter counterpart

who’s introvert nature

keeps them cold hearted

surveying my box, i stare into the gloom

i took risks with the last and i’ll do it again

knowingly gave them too much, too much

but the pleasure of my deeds

always come round too soon

nothing is ever final, that is their luck

their past? your history? our future?

concepts i understand but never understood

defined by the seeds that i sow

blessing intelligence, sense and vision

knowingly, i gave them too much, too much

boredom creates its own foe

there is a space between me and the end of all time

with clear eyes closed i travel, when open all i see

options and willing, a skill set divine

emptiness, dead space, possibility


they glared in awe, watching a master at work

she wanted to prove that you could actually

dissect a trumpet

her body shaking like a sine wave

sweat pouring, trickling into her eyes

she pierced into the delicious flesh

which brought on a steamy discharge

a glint of lightning

a volcanic eruption of smoke

and a thunderous, cacophonous squeal


as if blown by louis himself

the deluge of sound reverberated around the room

observers tried to stop

squinting their eyes

once the echo had diminished

she said

pass me that horn


its definitely perforated

perf a what?


oh, perforated

you have to tone it down

i was hoping you wouldn’t say that

it could end your music career you know

i know, i know, cd sales would plummet

bare it in mind, ok?

sure doc, but when can i take a shit again?

— The Yellow King. You can follow him on Twitter, if he lets you.

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