Tuesday, September 13, 2016

The End

There was this guy, right. And... And He like fell into the void and saw the color of cosmic latte, the beige average of all things. It was underwhelming. Then he choked on the absence of pressure and died, probably.

Anyway, official notice, this blog is done. It hasn't been daily for a long while. It hasn't even been week-daily in quite a peck.

I'm not done blogging. Certainly not done writing. But this particular experiment is long over.

For somewhat obvious reasons, I'm kind of over the URL too.

Onward to bigger and weirder things, y'all!

I'm off like a prom dress.

    [-_-|  zzzzzz

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

An Ode to Careful Eyes and Cosmic Collision

Magnetotactic aligned as it must.
Organic forms in geometric directions.
Follow paths you might never see, could never feel.
Leaving behind crystalline corpses
to be seen by careful eyes.
Lines laid out by rotation,
iron and nickel spinning
deep, deep  below.

Did you know the death of stars births the heaviest elements?
Only twinned collision can build our precious gold.

We have waves and seasons,
long, calm cycles and reasons,
only because of collision.
Even mother moon was birthed in violence.

Smile when she shines.

Distortions in space-time by the presence of weighty volumes.
Creation and impact become one in the same.
Hurling winds, static, and light, and potential towards us.

Life is a byproduct of stars and stubborn chemical reactions,
refusal and collision keep us living.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

steeping song

I wait, I wait for
for oils to escape, from leaves
dried, dead, and broken.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

slow reaching specter.
time misidentified in
broken conjecture

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Reading De Profundis in this Election Cycle

Tight in my chest,
dramatic gothic expectant.
Let foul humors flee me
in phlegm, spilt blood, and tears.
Green light and Golden afternoons
too often not often enough.
Free. Calm. Casual.
And other dance partners I shall never know.

Known and ignored.
Espousing wreckage,
wanton malignant cysts
of insidious intent
hide reason from action,
language from noise.

The deaf congratulate one another on their hearing.
What will become of this?
They won’t even have to hear it.
They’ve no cause.
And I fear them.

Saturday, July 23, 2016


Wait for the pills
Wait to breath
Wait to be
The coffee will work soon.
Just wait.
The cure is just around the corner.
No don’t just go around.
Nothing there. Yet.
Good things will come.
Well, not from around that corner, now.
Perfection is possible.
It’s better not to move until you’re certain, sure.
Yes. Just wait.
 Maybe just a nap today?
The long sleep’ll be coming ‘round.
Well. Around some other corner.


Sunday, June 5, 2016

stark naked neo savages and sanguine city states

Even in the monochrome scrubs, next to the black and fragile sea, rainbow skies can be seen.

Somewhere in the spray-damp crags, a hidden hungry city sleeps.

Somewhere down below, glass domes disguised as stones pollute red light into the fine shining mist.

Somewhere behind, men, women, and children wear only the blood of their enemies.

Somewhere in back of bitter hills, lazer tribes ceaselessly war, up and down the river wide..

Somewhere, just left of frame, folks break their bodies and send their souls into colonies of idiot, neon crabs.

Nowhere is there safety.

Nowhere is there normalcy.

The mathematical mean of this place averages to madness.