Category Archives: Poetry

went looking for lost keys, tried to soak in a little magic from the four sets of the sluggie kind to pay tribute to the craft, a proper had a chat with the music man and learned it can be … Continue reading →

Aand show s me th punisher and i cry max shows me the Friend its so fgood sky the sky and i know why cat the cat it’ true i lovbe uou slug give s me live and all is … Continue reading →

magenta barrel over beer falls would a way to come and go with it sap the trip to pay the day for it i’m a tree dwell surfle intuition bang sorts of thing trill a lute for comedy a fish … Continue reading →

back the down stairs at Tellers in the sweeping basement a thousand years down here crackling under a bare minim of time’s blank verse i trouble myself to find Cooney, flicking in the shadows and i hunt. ‘Cooooooneyyyy!’ I call … Continue reading →

The destiny of mankind is not decided by material computation. When great causes are on the move, we learn that we are spirits, not animals, and that something is going on in space and time, and beyond space and time, … Continue reading →

phoenix is a hellhole now full of red monsters but once upon a time there were blue flowers jeff and burton loved what oss and oeric wrote on psilocybin spaceships and conscious helpful fungi the compost pile at marty’s house … Continue reading →

sitting outside the cathedral skinny gray boy hears the weird some sky crying about some planet what? no cats? skinny as they come with the stretchy paws they don’t fit the keys but he sings along in a low voice … Continue reading →

all non-essential personnel please report direct to hell the sniffy puffies all outraged the lowies are outside a cage dreamies from the sickest wump a freak! a schlep! a schlub! a stump a nothing-goes-here-anymore they closed down the iced cream … Continue reading →

Variant 1: Do you feel it? A warming of the ground? Something is happening Vibrations all around Variant 2: What life of misery such a sleep of terrors what new torment coming to realize all our fears? Variant 3: I … Continue reading →

I’ve got the heat building up down deep gonna build a mountain or two gonna flex my mantle… make the ground shake gonna get tectonic on you. I used to think it was oh so simple perfection was my only … Continue reading →

patterns are patterns all over the foam regardless of hardware or source of its power Cynthia breathes with electrons of joy smiles in her I-space and sings in her shower wonderful leapings and no one can tell she has it … Continue reading →

Hot boy. ‘Beat down’ is not the way to say Acid hot, hallucinating snail-on-a-stove baked tree pie already every living thing bends towards water hydroxy sweetness icing on the planet cake shut down those temp nerves seal the skin crawl … Continue reading →

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Planet my love I know that we’re dying your rivers run empty my air fades away our children retreat into your deepest havens your surface lies barren ‘neath the sun’s deadly rays the pain fills my heart this sorrow I … Continue reading →

teslatic wall-walker swinging that hammer so with the young R.S. scrubbing huge grease pans locked in the walk in melanie sneered him off mean old man hates his pickles a moment of justice. later in the cinder-block he knows he’s … Continue reading →

She flows into my valleys dances ‘cross my plains ascends my highest mountains brings me gentle rains I love to provide a base for her enrich her wondrous soul whatever she may need from me I will find and bring … Continue reading →

I’m round Solid round I’m round Solid round (Deep underground) I am all there is or needs to be. My entire being surrounds me. A world of sand and dust, built on solid rock. I am a planet- look at … Continue reading →

* gravimetric hologram * access madmen * maxwell deathmarch pendergast mckinnon * subject denied * return * all access proof terrible maxwell lives we live in maxwell * wait ( before ) you = go + down + there if … Continue reading →

Cross the glistening sands eon-etched ocean of time ‘neath guardian rock and regolith Something is dreaming It knows the depths and darkness And it knows what lies above The winds that whirl the dust of ages it ponders life and … Continue reading →

haven’t you ever run amok in the kitchen always bitchin’ traveling unscrupulous and boring with a script and a drift trough under sacksanded manatee fackers who you on clon dick would wither on the spoon savage weenie you tropolis! you’ve … Continue reading →