living misslethis was once the center of thingsliving missle by *thesquareroot
a garrison of mustard seed and sedulous
but now summarily surrendered
to the direction of those bred to push buttons
like Theseus throwing
himself to the Aegean
half dissolved and resolved
to be a batter reagent
currently disclosable informationthey're naked ships on the horizoncurrently disclosable information by *thesquareroot
smuggling the tender metal-armed children
who will untie our knots and
tend to our fields
raised on impunative
alchemy and indignant occamy
there is quite a strange
thing doing quite strange things
somewhere entrained by the eyes paregoric
a spate of pro-
and there are some beasts
you can't catch with tackle and bait
ones you must lure
with more orwellian versions of the truth
and those are the ones to keep
locked in small skeleton closets
to smother with pillows and bury
in the basement on christmas eve
in vitro meatsloth;in vitro meat by *thesquareroot
sill diffusing the bombs
the crime sorcier of hyper-
this air is so dirty
the sophists are sweating
while eating their supper, while
scratching their slogans
'to the spine of our eyes
and the future assured
on the whim of synthetics
isolationismwe've milked this marsh dryisolationism by *thesquareroot
beamed its gnostic gospel ad-
nauseum to the edge of the moon
a hangnail in the neon sky
above nomads recalling
soft shades of pathos defeated
and all else that's needed to engender giants
and tomorrow we'll entertain
(in our neat, impermeable bubbles)
offers of weather for sale from
the disturbingly tangible things we've seen
behind our eyes closed tightly
terabyte ruinswe've clicked the help buttonterabyte ruins by ~InkatMidnight
on the tool bar.
we're the first to admit we're confused.
this morning the council met with a proposal
to replace god.
there have been complaints.
"dear eternity, i'm disillusioned
your god is a single snapshot of deep space
and a soundtrack of silence.
i tried pressing reset.
my old model featured google images,
a personal blog, and a comment section.
yesterday's god had to be recharged.
it was a rough way to be hardwired,
but there was a five-year money-back guarantee
and excuse me, but i'm dissatisfied.
i'm not so sure about redemption,
and i saw it on the news yesterday:
they recalled the golden rule.
MarrowI caught my reflection by herMarrow by ~palesile
silk spun lips; She was
as beautiful as the slender
moon. She doesn't say
hello too often but this
time she lingered quite a bit longer
than usual - so it sounded by the
ticks on the old grandfather
clock down the hall.
What a delicate heart she holds.
How heavy it must be to carry - I
could see the weight in her
rain cloud eyes. She has never looked
so sweet, to me, even with those
hollow bruises underneath. Terse
or not, I found my marrow. And while
I could not keep hold for long; it was
something that had been lost for such
a long time. It is still there, I see -
I have seen. How
hastily I fell for her di
red tides.you touch mered tides. by ~fossilfuels
in places ethereal
where the seasons have never
stirred the clocks.
in me, you have kissed
and i have loved you,
in return, with the force
that drove apart the continents
and with a breathless
seawreck gasping in my throat.
re-interpretation of maniamaybe you are notre-interpretation of mania by ~v-espertine
studying to be a doctor.
you might instead
be standing on
the guardrail of a major highway,
rearranging the lyre-strings
that will play
over the wreckage shifting in your skin
until they break.
will you still come home
flustered and rosy
in a whirlwind of slammed doors?
forever the violent & reflecting city sunset
who breathes me
against the wall saying
i want to love everyone
in the whole world