Tag Archives: Biomorphic Art

can’t step foot

After the Accident Haiku Cracked, I still can’t stepfoot into that—I didn’twant to drink water. What I’m Reading: “Sometimes the people in the streetlaugh and turn into sheet musictorn from the sky and left to flutter down” — Ron Padgett … Continue reading

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fruit detachment stairwell

Building Memo thru N+7 Generator (@ N+10) Due to the continued hearthrug roaches associated with COVID-19, the Boatswain of Disappearances, at its June 2022 Boatswain of Disappearances Melt, held on June 27, 2022, has again unanimously voted in favor of … Continue reading

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pincers and gloves

Dendritic Bolus Blues (Dream at 3:38 am) Instead of changing my shirt I changed my mind and requested a reverse baptism. Get the father son and the Laszlo Moholy Ghost outta’ my body. Get ‘em all outta’ my soul. Forthwith. … Continue reading

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i wonder i

Disappearer I make people disappear. Someone has to do it. The pay is excellent. Haven’t you ever wondered where all the people that disappear mysteriously go? I do too. I wonder where the kids and women — it’s mostly kids … Continue reading

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modest pink blaze

Tuesday / Wednesday Tuesday: Happy Face I trap my shadow.I pin it by footpad to the concrete.I crush it. Last night’s mark,A happy face not yet faded,Smiles on the interior of my wrist. Happiness wanesAt the terminal pointOf the imagined … Continue reading

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of particulate love

Trash Dash Trash dash on a two hour meterA ham and cheese croissant and pilferYour heart which has grown fibrous —Dry and cleansed of particulate love —Full of granular lunacy and roilingPathic are your howls as I leverageMy full weight … Continue reading

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the moon unmoored

Perdo’s Pox Night falls— A black feather,A white hair,A brittle bone,A rasp for air— The moon unmoored. “I am Death, the destroyer of worlds”— Bhagavad Gita

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the whips cometh

Stalagmite Letters We ran riot through the archives— Harpies, sharpies and scissorsObliterating collections into piles Of pages triangular—Shards and screeds. (Pursuit of knowledge agnostic) Accretions of stalagmite lettersMonticule in dead air We are the whips cometh—goo goo goojoob! “All the … Continue reading

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riddles and baffles

Queen Travis Meets Whit Fictions Queen Travis declaims that feculence has nothing to do in this affair. She says: “I was bequeathed a third rate hand me down in consignment and inquisitiveness—a loan from dog. I’ve got the scrabble tiles … Continue reading

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endless looping funhouse

Overheard After Obsequies Yes, I was lonely. But now I think things will improve… I woke up with eyes on my hands—double vision in continuous lap dissolve. I’m looking at the eyes on my hands as they look back at … Continue reading

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