Reposting this because I wanted to make a page for it in Evergreen Posts and because I thought the picture it was with was sub-par. “On top of the questions, seeing what fresh hell was upon them, they noticed that what had been one was many, and what had been uncut was now hashed….”
Tag: synaptic syntactic
The Revolt, Ever to Collect Its Due
A poem with a more concrete narrative than most from my book Synaptic Syntactic. Read more from Synaptic Syntactic by checking out the posts tagged Synaptic Syntactic. Buy the whole book in one neat offline package with no clicking around page loads at BookBaby or Synaptic Syntactic on Amazon, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, Apple iBooks, […]
Tremors Ran Through the Dust
[…]Alive with possibilities he strode into the room / Falling to pieces he went over a cliff / Tremors ran through the dust […]
You Are Ready
You Are Ready Falling awayAlways fallingAlways losing piecesAlways drifting throughMoving ever through the endless dreamsCollecting up all the little pieces of harmYou know you are readyAnd thence and then split From my 2017 book Synaptic Syntactic available on major platforms such as Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Apple Books, and Kobo, as well as direct from […]
SOUND CHECK: ‘Cryptogram of Cosmic Glue’
[…] cannot know what will be…Yet see End User License Agreements & Pre-Incarnation Instructions just in case of hints or portents or sleet…..
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….. Aleph .. the instantaneous .. All things you have seen are true .. the rest only imaginary. The endless N-Dimensional fractal foam, merging and re-splitting of any alternate worldlines…; Sometimes with total disregard for rationality, logic, science. […]
He Chose a Path
[…] And in all the tracing lines, he also saw the path to life eternal / He chose a path / He drew down on his breath, and went / There were cubes of puzzle / There were escape-checkmate-in-three problems […]
INTERLUDE #! ::: But See Disclaimer
[…] in the ever turning evening / we blossom ever into thus / and seeing our terrors not upon us, / we rest merrily
and seeing our lives blossom, / we dream into darkness, […]
Nears the Corporeal Sound…
[…] The platonic set of loaded silences – /// The charm is packed & ready, erupting, on the dot […]
The Globesphere
[…] We are all in this world together ///Together and alone in this world they the very small make the(ir) nests of clay and sinew and we the small make our nests of thoughts and money /// On the screens the filtration of the large and extremely vast reality of this world […]
Mace and Henbane
[…] Clam(b)oring to reach the retorts and the window smashing, they broke a few things
Worthy vices had to be found
Twinkling eyes full of mischief showed us the way