Thursday, July 10, 2025

( me / via )

Sixteen Tons.

   fine thistles
in the flown light
   era crazed
a crew of thieves
periscope broken off

   wrapped circuit
of rogue habits
   turn to screens
to scrape shavings
periscope broken off

   by the blades
that hurl sideways
   nicked this once
or halfway nailed
periscope broken off

   shapes that teem
in gloom sharpened
   therapy
to unstring them
periscope broken off

   is more real
each plate relish
   knowing scrape
of iron scaffolds
periscope broken off

   time's poising
with a grid tag
   the road churned
thick chariots
periscope broken off

Stairway to Heaven.

" 'I really have no experience,' he began.

'No one has any experience,' said the other, 'of the Battle of Armageddon.' "

The Man Who was Thursday

The stars are yesterday, detailed oil painting, remedios varo, james ensor.

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