"And now, when we stood gathered..."
There’s nothing epic about our bad choices, merely exorbitantly consequential.
“deep fried murder hornets”
chartreuse cloud in billows on trenches GASSES
no more than rays of bunkum ASLANT
days i never got tired of
riding the SLUICE
till the sea
free them, each must roam as a SAILOR
for the illustrious dead
these things i ENCODE
Graywyvern burns his fears & autumn leaves in
STEREO
Let a Critic Dream of Open Rectangles.
the Ever Given eludes our GRIPS
at the all-clown RODEO
IDEAL
soldiers sue for PEACE
wearing out all the parts of my shoes but SOLES
my shade, my terrible FETCH
moiré of the sky fidget EERIE
die this way is TRITE
something Einstein never said but gets CITED
victim HEEDS
wind rising · nothing on the RADAR
dead poet live one ADORES
cheer new DOLES
wear a mask & shudder at the ones who ARENT
cadge seventh-day RESTS
"To bore not one man, name not one robot." —@anthonyetherin.bsky.social
non-Euclidean DARTS
yet bulls’-eyes AWAIT
on the weather RADAR
thorny TIARA
sunglasses on a STRAP
salvagable FAUST
elegy’s AORTA
swerves with strange URGES
butterfly eats a STEAK
the magical TASKS
of a non-face BARER
pangolins ATONE
candelabra ROMAN
new edicts ENACT
thugs who collect the RENTS
” ‘I came to Seattlehama to think about existence, contemplate the flow of time, and to learn how to play the steam koto.’ “ –Jon Armstrong, Yarn (2010)
“Elle moves her queen’s knight ahead two spaces and one space west.” —Black Helicopters (=Durkin’s Attack)
A Late Walk. (via @evecastle.bsky.social)
we flee in wolf-pursued SLEDS
from the prospect of a permanent LABEL
clouds are EBONY
radar DENSE
with red · though ransomware is SLYER
poetry should be left-FLUSH
witness-statement trembling & LANKY
the daws just UNDID
blind SKIER
metalflake Cadillac -plane (skidding) HYDRO-
pivot to pick an ASTER
or pump SHALE
waiting on TAXES
“living longer” like it was mine to ELECT
symphony of Brutalist crisp RESTS
UTD Brutalist Flickr set. (When i was going there, i called it “Dr Strangelove without the Bomb.”)
"The designers of this simulation are just phoning it in."
“Wherefore all joyless shalt thou strike the lyre,
Trilling vain chords and bootless melodies…”
—Royston’s Lycophron
When vampires started drinking their own blood.
tilth so HARSH
wheatfield at dawn’s AROMA
cheerful harrying canine ROBOT
fruit fly i just SMOTE
tired of the litany of wrongly-aimed HATES
in-group & out-group hard WIRED
hide behind IMAGE
on the barbed-wire caterwauling RANGE
on was EGGED
by the shadow of mere unforgotten DEEDS
in the dunce niche BRASH
schoolbook-depository RIFLE
raffle madrigal AFFIX
made of glistening drive-in movie screen SLIME
triumph HEXED
Somehow endangered genres is not high up on my list of concerns these days.
the rites small, but GROSS
my sweater starts to RAVEL
half-formed thing
intent when Mothra starts to OVATE
little souvenir of a terrible year
Briareus’ illimitable SETUP
vertical-ridged, tan water tower
since then i have SLEPT
only tea in the pantry
peach MANGO
Geiger counter holiday
Bikini ATOLL
low-rent rentier · spiritually speaking
a NOMAD
Raku the smoky progenitor
of this GLAZE
boulder on your shoulder (Sisyphus)
feel a bit OLDER
Hieronymous Bosch on tesseract acid
could have made these melting CARDS
apart together
& yet together APART
best music
never played commercial RADIO
oasis of the scribbling green pangolin
jonesing for a coffee DRINK
this is not the dining car
so shut up & STOKE
“Once upon a time I was immortal; my forehead was of white spindle-haired cedar; and in time I fell from the star-beds; and in my trouble came hope of coming forth again on the green earth from the three-roofed palace. Now, near home, I am ashamed to say, I am thirsty for blood.” –@gods_txt
Translating as a branch of acting (i.e. impersonation).
stacked TASKS
some bullshit AFOOT
bat with faulty SONAR
no-eucalyptus KOALA
far STRAY
"There's something people need to understand about these school shootings."
