the new coded religion spins
kaleidoscopic and full of wrong endeavor
we priests spit upon the old fancies
     of the new young and the elder besotten
it's crass
a foul wind caresses my sails

veins glowing like infused wires
brain sputterings
sparkthoughts fizz out in puddle
'these pools are deep portals,
looking glass gateways to the profound Abyss'
my ( Read more... )

I'm end
this is ripping
there's so much blood
and it doesn't feel good
there's no nice in smile
and the trees all loom
there's gloom in dark bloom
soon I'll end and this can start again
but there's always a cycle
starting over over over
fields of alone and dark and scorn
clouds clash like the gods gnashing teeth
the perfect still cacophony
pictures flashing in ( Read more... )

Jack Johnny

this hour is hollow
playtime and gallore gore fields
it's dripping time and the watch fell
no splash but the affect is the same
yes ticking but the timebomb forgot
ok sort of, but pretending to lie still
and I feel
and I fill

linking things that fell apart
looking sly to feel so smart
there's places in faces that pique and pirouette
silken lining ( Read more... )

Wires; or, Awareness of Neural Objectivity

he developed a sick transfixiation
a point of contention with the Maker, as it were
wouldn't believe the schematics of life and death
only the wires in his mind
only the DNA datastreams of the purest ilk,
to taint his organic compounds

his eyes..
the dim pseudo-color of a humming monitor at 4am
click

Blink.
I look at ( Read more... )

oh now I see the velocity stars
they streak my brains through you
it's the real sharing time now of the brain
tap dry the bellums and lobes and gush now, out now
spigot hearted fool, maddy, take that quenching muscle off the sleave
stuff it back inside the cave where it belongs
back in the deeprock black light of cavernous songs
full of chant and pomp ( Read more... )

me ( Read more... )

he dreamed in hues inside his bed
he took the clues from behind his head
and in sleepless and earthbound solace
doth little rhymes lose their way
where eyeballs do find it best to sway

in folds of flesh like gray matter hieroglyphs ( Read more... )

one and all these children deny all mystery ( Read more... )

then the leaches began to fly ( Read more... )