"The Audacity of Twilight"

obdurate sound hence
usurper-tinged aridity
of a Kafkaesque beauty always
being so impecunious the fusillade
caterwaul reaches nefariously
i mean why feel full of solutions
that repose & enervate like herculean
slather too time-lapsed from only pariah
let me festoon my will with this
lair soon fecundly ebbing
which represents the drollest gall
or if a scholar could ask for more
than almost spurning crass society
who was somehow every acme
and profligate in never there to know


"Cold eyes, and bodies hooped in steel,
Forever bent upon the kill."

--Geoffrey Hill


Tent cities rise. (via Cursor)


What would green radio be like?


Bad to the Bonestell.