This Luxuriant Castle

Plugged in and knee-deep
someone figured out what I wasn’t
burnt beyond falsification
the sun and I fused into piles of bones

Not a figment of lamekind’s imagination
or crumpled plankton spume
one last breath to hold me to it
simmering in a nucleon stew
black with anthrax
looking toward stun-sun corolla
the words I burst sank
growled a star into being

Heart’s empire bloodshare
held me accountable for false psychic wounds
gross violation of the interplanetary clause
in wrinkled nova batter

The fish kiss at the bottom of the rio
plant clowns instead of corn
gargle the remnants of a canyon
as it succumbs to extinction
happy days are here again