Sunday, July 22, 2018

rayon cacophony

Saturday, July 21, 2018

chiaroscura rites


Never quite cools down: cicala time.
Time to inspect the month-old roach motel.

My art with decorations sags; a world
in flames surrounds the master's pert flea circus.

Though utterly convinced, i do not know
with what, i should have packed, my bug out kit.

Enough, perhaps, only to once have traced
such dreams as stodge this looming beetle brow.

Graywyvern, we are as wandered pismires spilled
a-tumble down the cone of the snug ant-lion.

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Friday, July 20, 2018

paramecium betting

(pic by @filmspiritual via @mikespeaks)

i have warehoused
my holidays · christmas
for the dog days · halloween
for the eerie calm of spring
there's a starbucks
at ev'ry freeway crossing
like the way wasps select
a nook in your house's eaves

"...Mohammed keeps dyeing
my spirit green and my flesh red

Thursday, July 19, 2018

eye dollar tree

"The crows like to insist a single crow is enough to destroy heaven. This is incontestibly true, but it says nothing about heaven, because heaven is just another way of saying: the impossibility of crows." --Kafka, The Zürau Aphorisms

"In 2016, historian Alun Withey remarked that 'The hipster beard, or lumberjack beard, is going to be the defining facial hair of this generation'. Other hipster trends in the 2010s have included knitting, veganism, urban beekeeping, specialty coffee, taxidermy, fedoras, and printing and bookbinding classes.."

walls without a finger hold
maps don't show it
repair signs wrong

how delicate the grief
when shadows fail

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

intercepted chips

tr Herrera y Reissig: Ojos Grises

Unknown sullen regions
of crags & mountain peaks
creep into the disks
of your two Lappland eyes.

Boreal night... storm presage...
Kremlin of nacre... Sheepfold
of surly bears that roar
against all constellations...

Sweet Cleo, don't cry!
Love will command our sledge
for unending fancies

And we will begin our trek
to the gray, infirm, nebulous
realms in your eyes of spleen.

"Through technology, the image no longer stayed in the domain of ‘art’, but rather moved into the domain of ‘politics’."


Tuesday, July 17, 2018

things that song cannot save us from

"Trolling has been around for decades. Even in early online forums, some users would bait others with an insincere argument. But the troll didn’t become an online identity until the mid-2000s, or right before the release of The Dark Knight.."

golden age of SCAMS
paused COMET

those who have encountered the Woofus
say the rewards are AMPLE

they found him in the dirt of the cabin, spine
cracked like a crust of MELBA

staring at the water tower, Graywyvern
imagines it STEAM

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Monday, July 16, 2018

simio fluganta

What do you call this color? LILAC.
This age? IMAGO.

they thought they were making things; all they destroyed
in their relentless LABOR

i am lost
in the virtual AGORA

Graywyvern, this is no pendulum
only bleached CORAL

Claypool Lennon Delirium covers King Crimson.