Born into what world of rainbow gold, that you a ghost roam hungry for bright winnings?


Tast* of Ch*rry.


   "Robots of Saturn"

sitcom from ash murk
arraign a limit
a shawabty talks

caustic cabin
and king scarab

with ruinous faith

swallows an opal
Socratic goaf


"The more withered the reality, the more gigantic and tyrannical the dream." --Gaitskill, op cit


   "Incalcitrant Oaxaca"

nary scarab frith
nor spook scrupulous lack of faith frith

hollowly rhyparographic my scrollwork
opal frith

and i know but avoid an
audit Grinchus of this scarp rank frith

Darmok. (via Languag* Hat)


"...language is collective, or it dies. If you ponder this contradiction for the rest of your life, it’ll do your poetry immeasurable good..."


A non-Ori*ntalist. (via *t*raz)