( via / me )

Zinester's eve.

Cyberhejira weary
Pseudo-aged kavarna
Two-point-oh & tuppence
For a toff swart coated

Roads merge in the mirror:
I managed, built fanbase
A whirlwind whacked antlers
Off as the season fizzled

This game gnarly & gyre-fed
Goes to the hive-heaven
And paper like liquid
Eludes grasp of Buddha

Once roosted here writing
Some wrong turn carnival
And wedged doubtless the word-crumbs
You won’t find iron candled

Nautilus hide & sequent
Cells for the skull skiffle
Nor record wars slept here
Slatternly or fetlock

I know trick to fix this
Railroad track still rugged
Fufty yarons yearning
Yeggman’s degree segues

Another goblin sonnet.

Locate qualia in discourse, in intersubjectivity...

"Indeed, for many of these writers, their politics seem to have been a largely aesthetic stance."