All hail this drowning prince
who holds weight with words
like sinking ships
and praise high when raised the mighty fist
that turns rocks to dust and grains to grist
on eaves as dark and mellow headed
while speeding life through x-men bedding
a toothless gap while snow fell sledding
began a fear of branched beheadings
with clothes all wet and stood there trembling
frosting crystals beheld a semblance
of chilling fright of morning light
stood checking pulses to leave time ending
and weaving fingers symmetrical
through mirrors made acceptable
by baggy clothes and ways with words
but with hands that write illegible
-paces up and down my sidewalk
outlined in chalk and smudged as I walk
stupified petrified high beams blind
inside a private highway
side step harms way by hibernating
all while standing still and phasing
in and out dimensions not perfect
but sometimes distant
stared a hissing mouth before I fell
prepared to greet hounds of hell
I wasn't ready for the tidal swell
but felt right at home beneath