camphory creed

the best lack all conviction, while the worst
foam like shaken cokes on their twitter feed

Oddly developed INTJ.

little red riding hookah

Rewilding the novel.

ghost of a cry, possum smear
gray lake plummet · road block shadow sways

"If the picturesque is someone in the twentieth century looking back at the nineteenth, then the iconic is someone in the twenty-first century looking back at the twentieth."

incentivized

("bodacious talent" by phumpuang via)

A very British protest.

sherbets
shut · excited
drops of heavy flickers
engravings cannot force paths through
sniffing

Twrch Trwyth.

crannog-astraddle seers

Dimantes.

throat-back is where the ebb-taste
is christened
& becomes epic

Tri repetae.

the gradual fading of a scab

Drowsy Maggie.

Libation. Domino.
Wasps hovering.
Senses' deathgrip

at the door of Ehrfurcht.
Ganesha. Coffee
gurgle. Faces of congratulation

elsewhere.
a highly stylized wooden soldier.
Ring my coffeecup leaves.

Woaded days
in other than earthshadow.
Domino. Here. Libation.

Broken lines on the highway.

Death don't have no mercy.

indiana jones & the last croissant

Surviving the theocracy.

"As a person who has read Ulysses (and who takes full advantage of said bragging rights), I am occasionally asked, 'Frankie, should I read Ulysses?' " --Frankie Thomas

"Notably, though, botany is fortunate in that very few people tend to load wild fantasies of limitless power and equally wild terrors of limitless malevolence onto its practitioners."

then there was the time my family owned one of those exploding pintos, & we had to replace a door (like we used to do: go to the junkyard & find one similar to buy the part from & put it on, ourselves). we got there & passed wreck after wreck of burnt-out pintos (as i remember it). --i don't know now if we ever got that door.

sequestration

Not with a silver bullet
Will the weeping of children be stilled
Though we have wasted our ballot
Not with a silver bullet
Homes where the soldiers billet
See the will of the people installed
Not with a silver bullet
Will the weeping of children be stilled

Incomplexionate.

mool

Crizzle.

Days of impending rain, the air like bathwater
almost unbreathable, & yet no rain.
I feel subtly vindicated in my predictions.
But going anywhere, even in a car
with working A/C, seems onerous & rash.
My music, a stale cocoon, rides alongside
& says: this is not how you'll end your days.

the color of elephants

(via proud snowflakes on fb via todd buckley)

The Grand Appellation of Agrippa.

"The patent lost atom be lost, and be lost.

O lost, beloved. I loved it so long so loved so long; so long, so long. Where so long, so long he’d lain; where he so long had lain: where I so long have lain, where I float.

Yea, slow to wrath, my store untold and told them a story and the story been told. Of him is the story told. That hears the story told: — to hear the story told. And to hear the story told.

To hear a story told he told a story to her, too low or too high, to hallow all. Iole, ole, ole. Iole, ole, ole, ole. Blow high, or blow low, blow high, blow low — oh, look and behold O look and behold and lo, and behold!"

--from "Articulations"

the stark fist of modulation

River of Teeth.

One of my co-workers laughed as i was pricing Milo Yiannopoulos's book. I shrugged.
"He just turned out to be Jordan Peterson's John the Baptist."

Somehow we all knew...

"I mean, when the solution to 'being a full time creative' is 'move to Canada' there sure as hell is something broken." --@KameronHurley

I forced a bot to watch.

wind poker

" 'Agency is not concentrated in humans or their gods or favorite animals,' she writes. 'It is dispersed throughout the universe, right down to the smallest imaginable scale.' "

"It is difficult to get the news from Markov chains yet men die miserably enough I kept a been it and tropics in figures, well else, or" --@aparrish

A very serious movie.

chartreuse
Shakespeare's Bacon
on such bright sticky hot
days as this when even the shade
you tread

Pirate Queen.

"A mystery novel in which the murderer turns out to be childhood." --@MagicRealismBot

oncologists' ball

(inside the shelter for detained child migrants, via craig smith on fb)

Jerry Lewis and Miss Cartilage.

stars blurred
into one streak
& hardly any fear
a few branches the wind tore down
on its way

"I search but cannot find the key/ Which will unlock the glowing door/ To the life which runs parallel/ To the world in which I am trapped."

"still it is sobering to realize that Nixon would still be POTUS--(in a manner of speaking)--if Fox News had existed at the time of Watergate." --@JoyceCarolOates

playing couch detective

"Fiction is a luxury, literature is a necessity." --Chesterton

"It’s like World War I resolved nothing, right??

I will never be a good clown.
Though I have studied the ways
to fall, to misapprehend,
& to confute myself, I still
cling to the barest shribbet of
human dignity

the grotto of the formigans

phoenix
of the rathe pyre
this bulldozering-fond
Troy only whose topmost layer
is Troy

Carbon ironies.

silly string at the grave

fluoresce amongst stiff
black branches
christened in a welter of dinosaur blood
flash which can tell no limit
to our hollow riddle-world turned crunk

The Galileans in Cymbeline.

toward a point east of hercules

tree lined
horizon view
from this hill shows only
the smokestack of the lead smelter
now closed

Dark Realism.

dark side of the racetrack

(phobos via physics-astronomy.com on facebook via todd buckley)

"The architecture tends to buckle when prodded or when a pattern is demanded of the scatter. This is the point."

the part
of the blinking
arrow sign that would say
which direction the road narrows
is gone

child in a cage

(via)

    "Xylanthia"

embrace the flobolubbu
dream, Plateyo Nova, a stanchion
jibibu
clasp · things clamor
to be forgotten · thus in common tender

our resignation
bleak chorus
eskeletos smiling · titakudu drug
the opposite of hygge
from the cromulent platter scoop

despair no poem can fathom
kidikip glory · in the glob trust
& its artisanal arsenal · city
devoid of shelter
likewise shade

we call it living
each onup simple once launched
requites the torture nakup
in exquisite lunatika harmony
frogs singing

O to molpoki receive
our manicured lawns still listening
to the wars & the weave · stepping at each join
over as
reds die in the west

a bad serve
but poob · tubapo thankful
for the barely possible kuniklo glimpse
we frame the given
with its once-luster, with its once-lust

Hauntology 1/18.

fantod of the opera

"Indeed, from reading the majority of these poems either in Russian or in English one is more likely to conclude that most of the tenets of Acmeism had been devised for the express purpose of being ignored by Mandelstam." --Clarence Brown, Osip Mandelstam Selected Poems (tr Brown & Merwin, 1973)

I Come From Nowhere.

once in
carillon was
a song · whenever rang
a phone not for me the same song
of loss

artisanal kraut

History of pink plastic yard flamingos.

"His technique was poor and has since deteriorated." --Martin Seymour-Smith, Who's Who in Twentieth Literature: "Ted Hughes" (1976)

Was Shibuya-kei just a watered-down version of the Japanese avant-garde?

direction of origin

Gifts of Knowledge.

House with
a crack through it
others have but a room
through deserts & mountains it runs:
this poem

The Age of Sustainable Development.

skylark cento

Succubus.

this ain't the first planet
to say nothing of a Release
speaking of peculiar things
enigmatic Nth space
thick-clustered groups
wanted for piracy, drug-mongering
a glop-skinner's glove
whisked her from the spaceport
those mass hysterias
invisible hovering, three-dimensional hyper-circle
functioned perfectly
this was an impasse

the sun was a blue giant
Brobdingnagian fabrication
a third-level operator
maximum blast
a yieldlessness
a glop-skinner's glove
the airlessness of absolute space
do not relax your vigilance in the slightest
nothing that occurred should irk you
a few tons of foreign matter on the planet's surface

orgiastic Saturnalia
in the macro-cosmos, causation prevails

19. dreadshift

commit Kafka · kintsugi
iron pong · relict hotness strayed
August into early May

Sargasso insanity
of seconds & effigies
& glosses · but Oz is void:

all the flying monkeys, here

here ends HOT NEPTUNE longpoem

Full City Rooster.

18. not a bouncy castle

the snicker-snack this knife craves
of shock troops & troglodyte's
dawn flush · phosphorus bindi

beast language blurs · latticework
so festive & medicruel
Greenville Avenue crunk

crow-mobbed owl each follicle
a flood would not scrub cleaner
then sandwiched grub-fashion i

for shekels & shelter-crack
but built with a tinny black
radar sweep · robot Tormance

with flubber bounce · blunt oobleck
blurbed · sang snotgreen anguishes
full-fledged · lime Depression glass

Wisconsin Death Trip.

17. the bleakening hills

move on or cease falling down
ratfucked oboeton window
on ratfucked blowback on clown

austerity ferrets prowl
& snicker at · which makes me
incog roam & rolf ichor

of bughouse · harsh runoff tombs
the castle · jetlag fountain
caresses the air with flow

beryllium-lit muzak
to stop data fossicking
a flaw in the solid flue

these monkeyshines must sharktank
& flatter our shambling chull
& nestle in slester-brook

"In the modern Vulcan language...it contained no word that corresponded to coincidence...In addition, there was no Vulcan word for comedian and thus they were forced to use the English version when referring to it...This was evident by the fact that there was no term for joke within the Vulcan language...It was also stated that there were no curse words within their tongue."

16. greenhouse in the sky

quite · fallout wind · solemn cabbage
whose summit is once having
mustang ridden · pranced on moon

but nevermore · heavy foot
Grandwyck on an MP3
the rock transformed · otterplay

eyes shut wide abundant drift
of glass goblin dramamine
-while · hedgeloaned sequestionmark

moth-pillage · emit what light
a mothman can · Hobson's chess
makes one move & resigning

lifts satellite-wag drain stink
afresh & shows whether this
toxic edge-palace can last

Annike.

15. scum soiree

& lawn mowers call the rain
though what silence utters here
my caltrops of magpie hwyl

invest with pink cellophane
& inch t'ward salted tea by
much salty food wash with tea

down · tub people crummy books
here dragged to sell ask only
that their tub be let taken

back · fill small coffins again
gunslaughter days · shut down hopes
usual words fly · none of mine

imagined to have power
wild shell collapse · legend birth
quebrith rain · closed window not

The art and activism of the Anthropocene.

14. five bills

a robber of fontanelles
arval fast & thud forage
in dag wood, in dragon store

gun stereo blaring fire
amidst our relinquest chull
sexbot fact'ry jogging track

i understand much yet speak
with random wrong pax Mothra
delecti corpestuous

dayglitter on Tick Mountain
i walked out & saw burning
a glut of paddock bridegrooms

hillcrag left turn sapphire blink
train trestle pass threading thought
eclipse dust shaped into man

William Soutar.

13. magpie bridge

clownpox or clown frolic where
enough bad cess must revive
our last broken grasp of grief

our next worried breath of smoke
by flickerlight brisk snipers
pick off stragglers not your friends

then some dark night the clown's you
reaction boils at red lights
the medical sector hums

adrift on sewage i flirt
apology rockets tip
eCanoe doodle bargain

unfangled collapse hunger
for next to direction hurt
my fist your officious face

“A place like Earth will wilt the flesh off your bones unless you can make fun of it, or treat its persons and places as no worse than ghosts and ghost places.” --R A Lafferty

The crazed gruntbark nesting dolls version.