poetry
And the Sign shall be a Mark shall be a Word shall be a Whisper
This story telling me is foReign,
hidden on the stones of our fur-fathers cast to tell our fortune -
only to have the shattered words thrown back
Exploratory emotions push through my skin, root hairs digging deep into the yet-to-be-known with the nourishment being probability of success.
Plant your seeds, log^men,
plan your seeds
agapE, the devourer moves upwards - a [...]
Inner-tubes, oh how we mussed you
The world has reconnected to the folks at BrownTown and we’ve much in mind to impart (and receive). Person(all)y, Portland portends positive posititions; pluralities prism-pulsing past presence <whatever that means>. Not to be misinterpreted as a pandeistic urge, though proclaiming free will is just as open to perversion. I wrote a silly little poem last [...]
Balloons
Lately I’ve been imagining hot-air balloons and water droplets. After much meditation, I fell into a semi-trance state and started scribbling. This is the result.
Double helix breaking
hot-air balloons carrying DNA genetic memory
carried aloft by heated sperm warfare ships
rocketing
traveling to other womb land-states
to move forward while the past pushes forward
to the center of the labyrinth
to the [...]
Crime and Punishment v.2
. . . ! , ;
-ing for the whole lot o’ ya
climb this tilt-o-world promise breaknecking while the flags surrounding singe unfurled
pathwinder swingle swangles somewhere swoons; inward bursts of quivered ecstacies left awry
plink-plunk into patterned pluralities - uzumaki curving nth-dimensionally orchestrated of soundall
f(I)oral is all (is and is and)
, -
i am le(a)d am(b)led -s(c)r a p [...]
Matador Crepes
And you, little one,
shall go where all the good words go
like destined matador crepes,
left flutterbuttering on her black
pixel chaos spiral explosion
credit razors flaying muscle from thought
Grey wisps adorn the walls
of this helix/vortex frost beam
erase, figure eight, import quality destiny fall-guy
reading Tolstoy
stream riverran random ran
washing us clean, freeing our genes
to skyward star form
destined wash therapy
movement unhindered [...]
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