in your shadow gallery
where the forms escape their frames,
formulas flow, feed, and breed
and play their wicked games.
in your cellular library
where the numbers on the spines
indicate taste, shape, and fate
your index will be mine.
i’m born again
every now and then
where my invisible friends
await a game of let’s pretend.
you struck me dumb
but where would i run?
when the world is just a womb
in your incubatorium.
in your dew-slick spiderweb
where your acolytes recline
in a blissful trance, the dust-motes dance
and fall outside of time.
in your coral abattoir
your meat meets mine at last.
my soul is sliced by the hungry eyes
of a mermaid made of glass.
i’m born again
every now and then
where my invisible friends
await a game of let’s pretend.
you struck me dumb
but where would i run?
when the world is just a womb
in your incubatorium.
i’ve gone beyond the fields i know.
where did all the lifeforms go?
they’re vanishing like footprints in the snow.
around the bend, between the scenes,
there’s a city where you weave my dreams.
receive me in your ruins, sweet machine.
in your incubatorium
where geometry comes to life
you engineer delirium
with red thread and a jewelled knife.
in your blue aquarium
where the sequined equations swim,
your crystal tears, blood, sweat, and cum
will marinate my sins.
i’m born again
every now and then
where my invisible friends
await a game of let’s pretend.
you struck me dumb
but where would i run?
when the world is just a womb
in your incubatorium.
the world is a womb in your incubatorium
the world is a womb in your incubatorium
the world is a womb in your incubatorium
JASON SQUAMATA is a writer of weird fiction, desperate confessions,
surrealist poetry, spoken word hypnoscripts, and the occasional comic book.
He’s been working under a different name at Powells Books for almost a
decade. His work has appeared in Gigi Little’s CITY OF WEIRD, Stealing
Time Magazine, Deep Overstock, Pulp Impossible, and propellermag.
com. He’s currently constructing a podcast for mass consumption,
launching in November as THE ORAKULOID. He can be contacted and/or
commissioned at squamatastar@gmail.com