fictions of the interlude (day 156)

(pi-slices on tumblr)

Red piano.

"o flea! whatever you do
all that remains
blows with wild piercing voice
of the autumn breeze"

--@poem_exe

The sound of penguin feet.

from these tombs
emerge tarnished
the boards warped
withered the trail
dragonfly pan
turquoise pool

words vanish
by stark veto
enough that
not lost knowledge
dragonfly pan
turquoise pool

some high whirr
for the harsh stroll
i write this
ruing the burn
dragonfly pan
turquoise pool

"It’s been difficult for me to write anything these days that isn’t prefaced with how difficult it is to do much of anything but survive during the final death throes of America as we know it."

"the silent crowd
in mist "

--@poem_exe

(@svenbirkerts)

the fleet (day 151)

(@abandonedameric)

Mechanical owl.

"He was as one who awaited a dark and secret summons, not knowing whence it would come, or at what hour." --@KlarkashT

Return of the Lo-Bap.

1.
syllabus
Cyanian
floods alcove
gaff obol luxe
osage script
pyre dank onset

2.
rattle on the skylight
the heated sand
corridors winding

come unravelled
sepia cloudscape

step by step i parcel out
the dimensions
of my panic bulletinsv

rattle on the skylight
lingering carpal twinge

3.
the Black Fleet
reflects fathoms
in the gray dawn
we dim our hopes
noon varies
count of victims
bladed gifts
join the Black Fleet

4.
receptacle · seepage measured
afflict flaming · terrapin flaw
though cats recall · Cor Caroli
it's a bad berth · on a slow boat
dreadful hollow · at Wadi Aceldama
my own dumb impatience
wall of mist with nothing on the other side

5.
screens of the towers falling
long shadows of morning
days beyond retrieval
but i was there

run to the end of story
unseen airplane overhead
lose count of the laps
lose track of the days

poet of triolets
& of fine blue porcelain
looks out through these eyes
at the weathered planks of a deck

"Loneliness is a part of writing, isn’t it?"

"full moon
my best friend
a flute"

--@poem_exe

(@CrookedCosmos)

tlen, ukbar, orbis terzius (day 146)

(geof huth on fb)

Sextina palindrómica.

"In time the comet passed to other heavens, fading slowly; and the black terror it had wrought became a varying legend, even as all other bygone things." --@KlarkashT

The Women of Weird Tales.

1.
about the dark times
we were so eloquent
to bestow on those hearers

who knew already

2.
paintings that escaped the walls
zone improvement plan
slow sunrise of Dhrawn

sev'ral badly folded towels

3.
remembering normalcy
the man in the glass castle
finds fault with quartz
& dreams of far Carcosa:
this azalea
grows from the ultimate cairn

4.
precarity
rattles my chain

huge gastropod
send mere prayers to

precarity
rattles my chain

5.
the unfolding debacle
in some infirm alembic
frivolous fate
hedges with spikes this hogan
& gape Moloch

this soft intricate cipher
ends up blaming Abraxas
by a wolf moon
i gather bread crumbs & dread

the unfolding debacle

6.
the wrist once
misstepped
in winding

cord gave permanent kink

a blunder
out of memory

this time, O
this time

7.
murder garnets
invasive species
to tie behind my head
salt for the hyper-whelk

another morning
that is not my last

wet leaves of grass cling to my fingers

8.
dove or ice box?--same
poignant, insistent pulse

in the terse, untenable light
salt for the hyper-whelk

bounty on anthropoid apes

9.
churning furiously in
a space in which nothing happens
& yet so much finds an end

across the concrete a pillbug
goes down & up to climb the space
from deed to karma

10.
where there were vistas
he saw microns
trudge Polaris
tongueless Eisteddfod

hygiene theater
not enough runes
not enough darkness

11.
coin shortage
riddling carol
the night breaks
sluggish bruise-fest
squeamish trudge

focus close
some fierce detail
coin shortage
on cark's Styxbank
uffish traipse

i think far
to when fever
adjourns game
jouks coin shortage
bearish churn

we'll walk sharp
as sick ones should
subfusc dawn
in thick desert
finish tale

"They support a likely warming range of between 2.6°C and 3.9°C..."

"my hedgehog
watching birds
onto the highway
unhinged"

--@poem_exe

(@archillect)

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.