gaunt tornado

Abducting the outside.

1.
on Uranus
it rains diamonds
as a bonus

on Uranus
snow, your Highness,
heeds no summons

on Uranus
it rains diamonds

2.
deep in Neptune
it rains diamonds

never hopped on
deep in Neptune

let's do Uptown,
dowse for lemons

deep in Neptune
it rains diamonds

The secret life of Abdul Al-Hazrad.

(via)

sinnerGman

I don't know which is worse, Christmas in October or tornados in October.

"The radical right’s story is rooted in the most basic plot of all: us versus them."

Sikun hijab sedge-burn
so much for the chromecoat

a dose parried dearly
do leave the grounds, Couns'ller

vertigo-apt ortsnatch

"What’s not to love? It’s a signifier that has legs!" (via)

(via thvnderkat on tumblr)

Okjökull Elegy

(Everett Shinn; "The Clown (No Laughs)" via)

Ofrenda.

1.
The noontide’s last GLEAM
Our doom no longer LENTO
With these songs ENDOW

Who will be left to ATONE,
Squamomandibular-MOWED?

2.
Maintenance of PACTS
In a cryptid AGORA
One makes a COVEN

Checking out early a TREND
To die amid painted SANDS

3.
The raptor’s ETHOS
Flickering shadows in TWILL
Payback is HINDU

A named battle, as of OLDEN;
Fetched back over a saddle SLUNG

4.
Tree too thin to CLIMB
Acme of capture LUNAR
Help desk INDIA
Says. Tsourris in my e-MAILS
Peals from the treetops * skirl BRASH

5.
Outrageous Wyrd-DARTS
Dodging * the reign of ADHOC

Traik like a RHINO
Through ev’ry wry or TONAL
Cantata of the sky-SCOLD

6.
Hardest of nesh TASKS
Gathers punishment ADHOC
On the point blank SHORE

A beast, like the KORAN
From the old pile a strange SCENT

7.
Sev’ral dire GASES
Ago * went where people AREN’T
Slept in a SEWER
Tunnel * shotgun ENEMA
Burning up the final STRAW

8.
Coven short one WITCH
Mink compound in IDAHO
Schnoz like a TAPIR

Down are all the carrot CHIPS
Hearing lines from eBooks HORSE

9.
Gift from Cracker JACKS
This poem is * beast ARENA
Judged by some CELEB
I never heard of * crow’s KNELL
Svelte * axeman trimmed with SABLE

10.
Keep painting those BALES
Morning, noon * secret AGENT
Caspar * vote LEVER
Doubles as an ENEMA
Of glitz * cat’s paw slaps the STRAY

11.
Gantry for a SMASH
Canned milk sweetened with MAPLE
August rain; APRIL

Triangular by the SLICE
The part that isn’t HELEN

12.
Bent beside our DESKS
Survival forlorn EXERT
Cold war SEPIA

Oil from the prey of whales KRILL
Lest this admonishment STALE

13.
Inscrutable GLASS
Is this shit even LEGAL
Rabbit less AGILE

No surgery brain SALAD
Uphill gymkhana of SLEDS

14.
Flung by sky LASSO
Without even ALOHA

Eke my best SODAS

Vaster than our desert SHARE
The future’s naff OASES

15.
End in sordor CASED
Symphony of APNEA
The sky’s subfusc SNARL

Blower’s whistle so EERIE
Over turned-to-charcoal DALES

16.
Gabriel VAPID
On pilgrimage AMINO
Dating a PINUP

To like abjections INURE
Other dwarves call me DOPEY

17.
Our Hindenberg BLIMP
Makes blarney landfall LUNAR

Stay for the INTRO
That’s made of polychrome MARLS
Culminates in deathless PROSE

18.
They call this MUSIC
I call it gears of ULTRA

To the stars boot-STRAP
The planet itself IRATE

Watch our superhero CAPES

19.
Clap- style –back DOGGY
Stans of the first red OCHRE
On old texts be GHOUL

Though I speak with tongue of GRUEL
It’s the ricochet that YELLS

20.
My all-quisling STAFF
Knows a paradox or THREE
Preferred ARENA

Irony from mishap FENDS
Nil ‘midst Barmecidal FEAST

21.
The tale in the TWIST
River-returns to the WHOLE
All the IOTAS
Mansion built on a coast SLANT

To be asked makes you TESTY

22.
Too long, too MUGGY...

The wisdom of UTERI,
Versus the GENIE
That resides in the yard GRILL

All our fool failures to YIELD

23.
Watching the WISPS
Rise * ice two ways IONIC

Service with a SNEER

No-Man’s-Land the PIETÁ
Answer written on a SCRAP

24.
Tournament of WASPS
All my pores on red ALERT

Fadeless SEPIA
Seeks the condition PRIOR

Measured in a dead-eyed STARE

25.
Battlefield TAPAS
Acetone’s dire AROMA
Affordance, POSIT

Color change phenyl AMINE
Curiosity SATED

26.
Castle made of KARST
Into the sea ALOHA
Hum of the ROTOR

In foreign furrows it SHONE
All the enmity of TARES

27.
If this is a WASTE
Say tarriance ALOHA
Skeleton SOWER

Sluggardly incipit THESE
Mackerel-sky’d & flop-EARED

28.
Combustion TACIT
In the derby to ATONE

Set parallel COUPS

Same out if garbage INPUT
The medium is TESTY

29.
Neotene LARVA
Slestered with caustic ALOES
As the drizzle ROARS

All we know is plunge & VERGE
Our will a hostile ASSET

30.
Cut him if he STAND

Pristine copy of TABOO

Murderous ABBOT

Orchestra in view a NOOSE
With dummy * else I’d DOTED

31.
Pic of homestead FIRTH
Lava beds in IDAHO
Crystal RADIO
Tremor in the ether * THICK
Darkness & the walls have HOOKS

32.
Monument of WASTE
Monkey’s extreme ALOHA
Six seventy SONES

Say I am not one of THESE
Not that defense EASES

33.
Pale glow of ARGON
Dance on lost ice * white with ROUGE
Somewhere beyond GUILE

Scryer has never OGLED
A more puzzling knot of NEEDS

34.
Ant colony WHIST
Forms ages & ages HENCE
Knotting with INCAS

The evidence plenty SCANT
If you want to be TESTY

35.
The smell of old BRASS
Invades my nascent REMAP
Solitude AMPLE
In the gunswept night * SALSA
Drifts through a vignette of SPEAR

36.
Under the RADAR
Clear yellow of AGAVE
Rubicon one DARES
Final melting not AVERT
Stacks of books one’s head RESTS

37.
Color a net near-loco.

"Hello. I have been to hell and back and hell and back and hell and back."

routine indigo

Wearable face protector. (via @KameronHurley)

1.
hospital hive-aspect
adheres, after: earworm.

I dodge debris, bridge-t'ward,
brewing Yemen hymnbook.

So much is known. Nacho-
nestled are these lessons.

2.
Mere storebought Sumatra
amended now. Window

Plano-trudge from, pledging;
plumed in a stern tomb-spite.

3.
Game-changing wings, chink-fled;
churrigueresque desktop.

High weirdness. (via supergee on livejournal)

(via via @GretaThunberg)

hard vaping

Restoring Wittgenstein's cabin. (via @JoyceCarolOates)

a great voice silenced
laxness of old velcro

from clasp to rubber band
as the chip bag dwindles

of a tomb-like stillness
this hour & its mirror

thwart's circling
chain of poor choices

writ large in the culture
seats empty at the table

route lined with plastic song

"But all this summer I have noticed, idly picking blackberries from hedges and from woodland undergrowth, in Sussex and in Surrey, this eerie absence. Not a single dreaded grub in the ripe fruit. Even the lowliest, most ubiquitous country lane invertebrates are giving up on us."

(via behagusthegreat on tumblr)

the one-world madhouse

(via)

Time crystals.

Rune-mead, steeped in sculpted
transport of mud, blood-dark.

It's eighteen years whittled
away in this mishap.

Eighteen builds a soldier,
three cars, two apartments.

Wanton winters wasted
sweeping new graves' leaf-fall.

Woodcock strut. (via @Saskajanet)

night-wasp

(pic by peter orozsco via fb)

"...a blood road back to the moon..." --Caitlin Kiernan

Weird thread.

orange gristle fane
in agate veil
ogham preach with use
stillicide slop

better off patchblend
sneck went lich one
day against lambent
stone bequest oven

bee hive

Vesuvius at Home.

(first response photography via amy martin on fb)

in search of swallowed toothpaste

(taken at the valley house gallery)

We are running out of coffins.

      pinklight just now gone
vouchsafed riddle ambergris
      ghost leviathan

as the coral we're building
climbs & blackens the sky wide

Naming the scandal.

Taste may be the only gift that lasts.

(first response photography)

nazis all the way down

(via)

Travelling, i carried only these three utensils: a plastic cup, a bowl, & a bread knife.

Roddy McDowell reading HP Lovecraft. (via feuilleton)

1.
Shaven, cranched · the blue crookèd
welkin smized · smithy my upon
& i ached · not as otchkies
but knowing · but the void nard

2.
Siberia burning...
abeyance-flood · daydream
where snare fires snunkoople
snotly botfollowers;
& the pall drifts drolly

3.
appease the staunch Poacher
pell-mell through the seldom
& glare-gloaming · drumly
call · the pactsome dollop

4.
thesterness fume-fostered
falls · bleak runs the sequence
from sick to fake savior
sally in the alley
took Cikadegtempo
toils of skewwhiff coilname

5.
cakewalk calls for backup
accuse foster nostrum

morning with hung harness
ahead but large deadlock

corona's gold gunwales
again utter nutmeg

"It actually doesn't take much to be considered a difficult woman."

on the dunning-kruger train

"And this is how I sometimes think of myself, as a great explorer who has discovered some extraordinary land from which he can never return to give his knowledge to the world: but the name of this land is hell." --Under the Volcano

"For Americans not familiar with the language of the Third World, that’s two contrasting denials of political legitimacy."

This office that the president has GASHED,
to hurricane & chaos would ATTUNE,
as stench pervades from the owl-jejunest STABLE.
And clarity wobbles like a runaway HUBCAP;
Death's fingers with our own at times ENLACE,
in Caligari's maze sink each day DEEPER.

"...while I think it is indeed the high watermark of the Paisley Underground, for me it stands apart from the scene, or any scene for that matter, existing as a timeless and powerfully mysterious transmission that helped change the course of my listening habits forever."

(via jason cohen on fb)

a kind of crowd

(via 9-eyes.com)

A look at TikTok.

Augustcold · still the castlings
line some streets · normal bely
mawwallop · is hymned, our Wyrd
our worst cess

The tornado in Rockwall. The one in Dallas. (via @nwfireblog)

(via lyda morehouse on fb)

castle doctrine

(via doctor-autobot)

"The quack bootmaker is considerable; as corn-cutters can testify, and desperate men reduced to buckskin and list-shoes. But the quack priest, quack high-priest, the quack king! Why do not all just citizens rush, half-frantic, to stop him, as they would a conflagration?" --Carlyle

"We live, voluntarily, in the basement." (via)

where bridges arrive
through great doors
bringing the common grave

where bridges arrive
in leafless Goldengrove
with a fanfare of murders

where bridges arrive
through great doors

The story of The Untranslated.

"Stars do, grey, align." --Anthony Etherin

(KNON now via via you were there on fb)

annals of unicorn diarrhea

Poetry of the homeless library.

bridge no wider than a hair
6 cartridge Russian roulette
threatening rain skies no rain

fearless through the shades that stink
silence & enough shuteye

Heteropessimism. (via blckdgrd via @roo370)

my dinner with mudbug

Theme from El Cid.

   miles i crawled
at last cresting
   some bare hill
higher to view
   low wishes
in a louche dream
   to crawl back
to obey whist

Thermokarst lakes.

Retrieved from jbosnu on yahoogroups:

I just noticed that in cukta1 of my book luryri'e, in the
jbopemci "xekcpi ctino" ('Blackbird Shadow'), 3 lines were
inadvertantly omitted. After line 10 (co'u nunkla) and before the next
line (.i mi ge nenri), i should have put:

.i le galrai grute
simsa penci
ca se gusni

m.

demonic cupholder

(image by lanny quarles on fb)

Jang slang.

the rain is a separate country
and people vanish

more completely than cars from our lives
the Doppler-bug of the deadwhite fan

reeling in clusters just at sunset
between life & death

no coin for the ferryman

Seibles interview.

the seven-storey mousetrap

(by michael matheson via miekal and on fb)

Broken.

ice & snow · remembered white
old stories · they will still have
towers fall · not mind's towers

that we share · a galaxy
genes with all · earth's wild children
secrets fast · not to forget

germ theory · & last not least
sorry tale · of how humans
up all grease · dinosaurs burned

"At the moment of the worst terrorist attack in American history, the staff of the NSA—the major signals agency of the American IC—was abandoning its work by the thousands, and I was swept up in the flood."

"SONG (Aelindrome in Pi)
314159

O, velvet song!
It comes now, long.
It covets love."

--Etherin

(via @CrookedCosmos)

word on the street

(via doctor-autobot)

"...to join with others to shape a future is the holiest act." --The City in the Middle of the Night

Dungeon synth.

this used to be a place to go but not no more
run out of names for the storms
to drag myself
through the fraught routine
living in the dark living room
inverted yield curve

"A linguist, activist, and philosopher, and a Skwxwú7mesh Nation council member, Khelsilem explained that the phrase Kwi Awt Stelmexw does not easily translate into English but can be interpreted as both 'the last people' and 'the coming after people,' both ancestors and descendants." (via 3 quarks daily)

mercaptan & tennille

(bellerophon via)

"Before long, the folly was to become too desperate, too disastrous, too wrecking a business to be a comic show even to the most amused eyes; the circus was, all too soon, to go smash, and the folly of the clowns who had helped to smash it became bitterness, and the idiot's tale held too much of sound and fury to be borne. But these first-Georgian years were, to Rome, twinkling with bland absurdity." --Told by an Idiot (1923)

Excess--The Factory.

      creep of a dot-airplane
across stagnant cumulus
      driving to squander time
Radio Tarifa plays
      how can i connect with
70 Ophiuchi
      photo from Google Maps
planning to make drawing
      a ribbed, coppery dime
with its myst'ry acronym
      for this photo album
nobody at work wanted
      & hospital vigils
that can end in nothing good
      sad scholar debacle
after tholing Katrina
      & don't get me started
or the worldwide forest fires
      or the tax man cometh
can't blame it all on Cheetoh
      & gas is down so low
that i start to get worried
      what kind of trick is this
which happens for a reason
      like that phantom planet
nobody could really find
      so they sent us space probes
full of men with blue faces
      this was forty years back
guess by now the aliens won
      & they take our organs
whenever they require one
      i miss the purple wigs
the one 80s prediction
      that they almost got right
chlorine trifluoride liquid
      a hell of an ocean
planet of a purple sun
      & ourselves still at war
with an unseen enemy
      don't know when the next bright
explosion will batter us
      in this future

Big-endian.

botfollowers

(@abandponedameric via @joycecaroloates)

"If read in the tanzil order of revelation, the Quran sounds like an apocalypse; if read in the order of the mushaf, the Quran sounds like an epic." --Todd Lawson, The Quran: Epic and Apocalypse (2017)

"Arguing Over Where To Live In Singapore."

If there were years, we have no trace of them.
All, all is burned. We wander out
into the burning street
and see only what is now.

B52's exegesis.

stillness squeaks

(@41Strange via @Anthony_Etherin)

"This house has been decided by the sea."

Once i fled North, as far as i could ride,
till i stood by the shores of Hudson Bay
and saw where springtime's Fahrenheit so high
had melted part, & there clear water made.
Now i imagine we will have to show
viddies of when our world was crowned with ice
for those to come, if they would snatch a dose;
or on some indoor snow-machine rely...

But that were least of what we stand to lose
cruel year by crueler year, where we are bound,
& almost all our treasures wrack-impugned.
Remembered white in this slight poem i house,
for what else falls to no skald's power to mend.

"Across the Caribbean, reports abounded of lionfish invading our reefs in troubling numbers."

poshlost diced

(via)

The non-binary "they" story.

drizzle of chirps of chief's froth
churlish even among clowns
i take phone pics, threading the fiery
phantasm of what's supposed to be happening

livestream gala of Gatling-gathered,
gossamer flung from my car Marconi
drapes these indigent dreams & shapes them,
as i address my scathe to the blank debacle

Irlen Syndrome.

trail of amber google

(via)

A short story by David Bowie. (via)

why are we here?
to melt the icecaps & die?
in our daze such thugs inhere-- why are we? Here,
like buzzards feeding or like clowns-for-hire
we call until we hit the wall of voodoo:
why are we here
to melt the icecaps, & die.

Blumenfeld Counter-Gambit.

orange demiurge

Nakian.

alteflugante bunch hack
star akin · splinter hunchback
chases vertical eyes has
Yezhovshchina karstillery

fathom city

They were supposed to be against that.

forwarding to the end

(via)

"Discovering a new phobia was like the opposite of falling in love." --Charlie Jane Anders, The City in the Middle of the Night (2019)

Nadsat + Polari.

time
is what we don't have
Ialdabaoth droogs esteem
time
& all its feints we seem to tame,
all made idols of the hive

time
is what we don't have

"The Nixon debacle felt like Greek tragedy. The Trump debacle, pathetically, feels more like Eugene Ionesco's satirical masterpiece Rhinoceros, in which a few woke souls watch in sardonic horror as their friends and neighbors transform into gross, insensible beasts."

coprolite challenge

(via)

"The dead were just like the living: they all wanted something they could never have." --The City in the Middle of the Night

Parsons Eclipses.

the light of other suns
impossible desire
where here the sovereign dark
in stagnant channels runs

the smell of a burning tire
the sleep-shattering bark
in the luauesque commons
no alternate choir

"Kathy wouldn’t read it but she did ask me how bad it was."

crossing Malison

(via via @JoyceCarolOates)

"Then there are those who point to the Large Hadron Collider, which at some point in the last decade opened a hole in the fabric of reality." (via aldaily)

crossing Malison
forwarding to the end
not-quite tempest

sultry, bright for an hour
some things did get completed
the dead boughs browning

mustard-colored sports car
the one i painted gone
the one i helped still here

i think
Frescobaldi now my muse?
here where a car dropped

out of the sky:
senseless multiplicity
punctuated by the utterly unprecedented

"Of course equality and fairness don't exist. We Republicans are too smart to be fooled, but stupid liberals think they are real."

ballad of saving & wasting

(via glitchphotography on tumblr)

An Appeal to the Reckoner of Sand.

unchained from drowned children
one's chess move runs groovy.
perishing pug-ogham
pulls the wool-eye downward.
if a crow cranched hunch-soot
would crawdads sing lingo?

Tool for mistrusted links.

ramekin skywalker

(via)

Mystery song. (thread)

terrible things are done
in this beautiful light
of early dawn
terrible things are done
neither malicious nor derne
nor domdaniel plot

terrible things are done
in this beautiful light

Long-running script.

invisible helmet

--Mankind a disease? I prefer to think of us as a parasite on the way to commensualism. (on Fb)

Treat.

1.
my old choices
yapping at my heels
the sound of sub-marble-sized
glass beads sliding
down a tin trough,
squeal of the microphone

whom the angels call Nokomis
fluttering, phasing
shroud of our compulsions
glints of insight

how unfamiliar
one's own tooth can feel

2.
to tug on my sadness
vertigo of the sleepneed thwarted
all is lost save honor

softer the shadow

3.
necropolibation

necropolitotes
abaq bub
run out of underlining
park on the median
eclipses ago
a trophy

atrophy

from that little to this little more

"He was a pair of ragged orange claws upon the ocean floor, forever scuttling, pinching, reaching for more, a carrion crab, a lobster and a boiling lobster pot in one, a termite, a tyrant over his own little empires."

taking up space

(glittertomb via sweetspider on tumblr)

Getting to know Polari.

Made peace with Precarity
Said you come at any time
But there's stuff you may not take
There are things you cannot have
As i passed the idling firetruck there

"The paradox is that even though Tharpe's performance has all the visible and sonic hallmarks of early rock guitar, the person doing that performing doesn't fit our expectations of such a pioneer..."

variations on sakura

"Part of how they make you obey is by making obedience seem peaceful, while resistance is violent. But really, either choice is about violence, one way or another." --The City in the Middle of the Night

Ecce Homo.

1.
tanglegloaming here
NO'E GIRZU · extraction
of a citizen

awaited endgame · split tree
eloquent of harsh forces

2.
the arctic, burning;
its permafrost, softening;
carbon is released

dawn colors caught by the ribs
of the sculpture on the way

3.
chased from my password
music from ten years ago
morning arguments

if i could just bring this next
big project to fruition

4.
sing of melody
number play made legible
on the pot-holed road

the brush of your lips, leaving
the only time this morning

5.
trans-temporal waip
purple wig & all · one step
from fires of Tlaloc

gas is going down · strangely
i can feel no joy at this

6.
RRAI · RROI · some
place west of Gnosticism
ever & anon

the dull light that might be storms
distant · & might be nothing

7.
nautilus regrets
darker gray on the gray clouds
these books, i can toss

ache in the habnds · Wolfskinder
just-risen sun over fields

Painting rat. (via lanny quarles on fb)