Monday, October 06, 2025

Rings of painted impact
dwarf the halo
quiet roads and their ways
always disrupted dawns

hills of lunacy's arrival
where hairless caterpillars glow
and stoic anvils hold
the corners of styrofoam pyramids
down to the poor clay
of civilized earth

ripples leave the sky in tatters
from the thought that popped
its gray conception
riverbeds strewn with
armies of forgotten clothes
the folds of a carnivorous rose.

Sunday, October 05, 2025

A veil of ash
a path of coins
holy is the stained earth
and all the flowing streams thereof

the weight of many apples
on a hill of bone and branches
zones of pink neon blankness
between pools and lawns

I am a pinball laughing in spirit
watching the luck of others
move me around
sleeping in the sound of pouring gravel

born on a porno wave
of glossy inhabitants
over the hotel rooms in fury
angels estranged in flight

naked days of the inverted slave.

Saturday, October 04, 2025

I once was a human spirit,
I camped alone on many plateaus.
The contemplative nimbus
grew many tendrils.
I rode one up into a golden sky.

I mutated in a cloud, something
deeper than my cells
hammered its way out.

I flew home without a doubt,
my flesh in tow.  I strut
these alien sidewalks
looking for a strange job.

Swamps are blooming
purple flowers for my demon seed.
The round hills seethe with desire
and topple old financial structures.
The social system is
winding its weird way down
as I sharpen my illicit crown.

Friday, October 03, 2025

A monument of bones
becomes a bird home
these roads are ribbons
floating under geodesic domes

the symmetry of souls
reflects on water
split orbs rotate
in transparent walls

the trains of earth
are leaving through a cloth sky
pulling all the fabric from the maze
canals of milk and cubbyhole homes

a draped ecstatic tongue
muffled in the twin zone
void's keeper on the run
death's angel in a crystal cone.

Wednesday, October 01, 2025

THE FUTURE GLAZE

The empire is still filled with cruelty,
but its embers have cooled.
Chrome surfaces have taken over,
cyclical announcements insinuate
vague danger, but specific threats
have all but vanished.  Voices vacuumed
no longer plague us.  Now the quiet
carries the blade.  Latex kisses
smear the cold away
and replace it with a numb ache.

The cup was passed so gently
by a goddess who had quelled the storm.
We worshipped all her fingers in our brains.
Already our language had fallen.
She showed us a deeper technique.

People were swarming each other,
they needed to be separated.
Replicas confuse the interactions
and can play even better with genes.
We had seethed our way to scything
now the seeing eye can edit dreams.
These words cannot grab what I breathe.

All the cream of elimination
cannot gather steam.
The mist of electronic bugs
has entered the cauterized seam.
Resistance is too painful to conceive.

Monday, September 29, 2025

Symbols of death splattered with color
doors of wheat and mud
that won't come off
ladders climbing over wretches
with their taken legs
ripples razor erasing names
pits paved with cooling metal
hills crowned with agitated light
graves laughing
in their symmetry of fearless sleep
tongues frozen by the echo of the deep.

Sunday, September 28, 2025

Electric gnats are smitten
by a fecal wind
bridges groan between
self devouring kingdoms
the spines of spray painted palaces
are brittle mud wasp nests
plastic twine grows
from a croaking data center
enveloping the fields
of piss wet tents.