Monday, November 19, 2012

you that there exists


As I Cross the Heliopause.

1.
if your check engine light
for a minute relents
jumping spider bombs
even as the ship sinks i am piling on
Tavolara · gallery

oppressed by bad mythology
in night retail exile

Tai Chi 0 trailer.

2.
Grinchus in Twinkie mourning
dolphin serial killer
the final nail in the cream-filled coffin

ramshackledom
non-azan on

names that never leave me

Totekiko.

3.
distorted guitars
muddle through
though mackerel skies
give perhaps overplus
sanguinity
grizzly years on
a raw, snarling noodle
everyone knows the way

grizzly clawmarks on my conscience
Ixtab bhakti
known & unknown gnomes
Sogdian fashion item

Recolonization.

4.
hashtag-apocalypse tweet
like,

if i could say it in
one hundred forty characters

white puff
from your tailpipe at the green

Hipster ringtone.

5.
thirty through Richardson Chinatown
ZZ Top
& the pinkgold whisper
of Lingco Drive

will i learn to find in myself
alchymical gold
Ameslan rhyme
for the phantom fingerstumps?

row of yawing crosses
voices in the bleak land
on TV an explosion
replayed five times
just this morning


Crescent Neptune (via Systemic)

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