10/14/2017 0 Comments Malevolution?The future home of things to come--
It said so on the blastula decade wall. Redness blurred past you, there, in the vehicles of prosperity. Canned finance duped the infinity shelves, Where Every Dogg is Had This Day. Microchip primates leave rainbowed slipstreams as they steal the fruits of your neighbour. "Resist!" Warned-out the simplex Mothers! "Persist!" Claimed-up the Fathers of Threemorrow! Under the public bannisters, Hidden from flight, Catfish hunt the pigeon.
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10/6/2017 0 Comments unnaMusedWay up in my head
All the lines were dull and dead Yeah, the optics there just had no twitchin' fibres. Sported Fraying-out conditions, Cried for lack of ammunition, I's a convoy now: Just need some Funky Drivers. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ 10/5/2017 0 Comments vintagionEach one held out a square detective novel.
A line, like an army inspection, was their gig. The books were metalled & mudflat-wizened, so; All cracked up, that's a fact. Their arms shone like plastic, and the taper to the elbows Was quite a feat. But so sharp. Danger sharp. Stand back some. Those 9x9'ers full of pebbled glass office doors, with words hand painted and ratted on the one side; Sunbaked on the far edge. Some funkily-named 'dick with his untended shines up on the deck, And smoke fiddling up through the sunslat beams. No secretary this week. Solitaire for breakfast and a punch in the gut for lunch. With any luck, those butt-uglies from limetown are counting angelpennies In the trunk of a hearse by now... "No kidding? Where--I, OK. I know the one--yeah, OK: noon..." But what's with that weird metallic coating? 10/4/2017 0 Comments This just inThey say it happened
Long before The dinosaurs and sages Prior to eruptions Sending spacey-borne contagions No traces of those ole black holes Still hidden from our gauges Before we'd thought of reaching Our Preliminary stages They stood in circles Manifesting nascent apparitions With crystal staffs and golden turbans Drawing up conditions Satisfying greed with fire Tempered with perdition Fertilizing cosmic pain With quasars in position They held a meeting In the sky With dark configurations By star-filled gravitational Obtuse pontifications: The comets raced A moon exploded Time was squared-- Then space eroded… ***intermission*** …Stellar gods were broken And the problem sat through ages Planets spun in darkness-- and the Suns took long vacations Shamans hired Kings and Queens Who ordered invocations From localized Authorities Who sent out invitations Experiments just failed-- Calculated with relations Suns remained abroad-- Stars considered new vocations Those left staring upward Tried to navigate the stages: Order thinks it wrote the book, but Chaos turns the pages. 10/1/2017 0 Comments what it isn'tCitizens will often savvy,
Right across the Nations, Our crazy Bonks & Splashes as Direct Communications. Even 'Cats have not eschewed This droll miscalculation! Here's the prune: that just ain't real-- ART is such a Gone Reveal!! No need to Uninvestigate You'll see what we Projectivate… So Dig it; spades in shallow-- We've already Spun the wheels, All you have to do is Listen, Ain't no Distance-- Deal? 10/1/2017 0 Comments in case you didn't knowArt can hurt you
And it will It cuts you up It loves to kill It runs you down With colored wheels It frames you for It's sketchy deals It draws the line In rips and peels To show your weakness Sprayed and sealed It mixes you And weaves a scar From drips made at The value Bar It marks you up with blackened eyes It pigmentates No compromise Grab a crayon Draw that frown You're just a squiggle upside down You zip the files But can't erase The fiendish way It paints your face So sharpen up And leave a space for Art has won There's no escape It renders you A flat disgrace. 10/1/2017 0 Comments the untitledI take the blood of Moments
And I pulverize their veins I crack the skull of Seconds Just to find more of the same The pendulum inside me Rides a ghosted, dreaming chain I'll scratch the itch of Minutes While the Hours take the blame They bump into the next one And they leave no Day alive They fester up in secrecy: Stillborn Years in hives Unwind the recent gears that lay a matrix on my name Unplayable perfection On a boardless losing game I drink the Sins of Decades As they soak the skin of time No offer will survive them Left with Centuries behind. 10/1/2017 0 Comments punktuatedLove is like a comma
Looking for a place Happiness an en dash Followed by a brace Life is just a hyphen Easily misplaced Death is an ellipsis Trailing into space 9/29/2017 0 Comments to Mr. Dirt E Wyndoh:you say you're such a tolerant
and understanding 'Cat so why do you keep pointing to the place I should be at? you know it's all a theory just a manufactured rap so don't you think it's time you squeegeed-off your paneful crap? |
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