wall of aloes (day 173)

(via 9-eyes dot com)

"We will not find what we are looking for in the fluorescence of sea-lice."

"...and poetry moved in his skull, swift as the jewelled mosquito-hawks over a dark slow current of ancient decay." --M John Harrison, "The Lamia and Lord Cromis" in: Basilisk, ed Ellen Kushner (1980)

"To translate the indistinct poems of Mallarmé is to double the circuit of mirrorings and rhythmic spacings of relations."

1.
footprints of the riddlesphinx
gulls carry the souls of lost seafarers

can't watch the concrete crack
rebirth of my failure to reform

sunlight on my closed eyelids
i just get so unbearably sad

this not yet perfected silence

2.
cracking meaning-bones
for meaning-marrow
the last thing
on my bunker to-do-list

3.
heron, heroin, wordhood plummet
will o' the whisper
preconspiracies
stuttering
supersaturates
sphenogram
sphenogram
supersaturates

reflect on your journey

4.
ice cube for the dead plant
ice cube for the living

thunder or garbagemen
you decide

the symbol over perception
like a mask over a face

sweet dreams intermingled with nightmares
shocking loudness of the rolling empty bins

"The idea was to represent in abstract form the cruel chaotic dysfunctional nature of the human condition with all its potential for self destruction."

"autumn rain
rumours
her song"

--@poem_exe