No Use Cryin (The Very Surface of Cosmopolitan Earth) by wolfvayne
Today was the beginning of a new place
Themed blue and oxygenated bubbles
With a giant timer fizzling down
To an ardent swapping of waves.
I thought as these fungal skies pass
About feelings of warmth and the joyous
Rendering of shine and shrewdness
And mostly the way my horoscope
Came true that week.
Slowly, the leaves erode my skull
Loosening old tendons into new ways
And, with torsion, supplying me
With the very best of needles.
Here I sit dreaming and nodding
In fake iambic pentameter;
Accompanied by unicorns,
Elves and glowy fae twinkling
Atop the mystical and mysterious
Incantation, depression, witchery, beauty,
Wings, dresses, musings, blooming clichés.