I drank fire and pissed paint,

my satanic essence covered the landscape.

Parties opened up like butterfly wounds

to care for my thistle coated anchors.

My lasso of many tongues

coated lepers with healing vapors.

I conquered asteroids

and called them moons, conquered moons

and called them planets, conquered planets

and called them my fragrant stars.

Now an inverted wizard

on a solitary swing set

I watch fortress walls of dead faith

rain through fractured skies

like flakes of plaster.

No need to fight this world,

or prove anything to it.

The croaks of toads, the rascal's wrath

of irritable crows, lightens the tones

of my drum, my rhythms bend the grass

and light up the abandoned architecture.

My life is a live boat

shaped like an oar,

and the old gods snore.