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Tag Archives: Ghosts
holy pockets full
The Visit Darkness envelops the visitfrom my dead father. He says psychicautomatism betrayed him—the paranoiaccritical debased him. We count the shadows of ghosts untetheredfrom the sheets over their heads—one forgot to cut the eyeholes out—a blind ghost singing off-keyfrom a … Continue reading
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an obscure cube
Canker-Gray The woman in 316 drowned in a starless fog. She danced herself dizzy and collapsed onto her bed. Then the fog moved in. She ingested too much of the antipsychotic. It altered her senses. The fog was impossibly thick—all … Continue reading
stuff in between
Sanctioned by the Association of Nimble Twee (Fade Out / 8 channels of noise : one channel of noise drops out every 30 seconds until there is silence) Voiceover In Search Of A Film: Soft antennae entertainment turned minds to … Continue reading
articulations & agreements
Beyond Set (Ñackets 2) Thesis paper joyless—After the injection of potassium bromidethere is no Marcela right-wing jet set.After stimulation to the heartuploaded their gelatinous set.It’s unpredictable and immeasurable.The new goal to express their defenses (set)—immaterial & pileated & your articles,articulations … Continue reading
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Don’t D-76 / Don’t Stop / Don’t Fix
This ritual: its repetition is liturgical. A call and response in absentia. There is no rejoinder. There is no “and also with you.” What I’m Reading: “One form collective crime takes is marriage.” — Kathy Acker / Empire of the … Continue reading
of moving backwards
Tzompantli The impression was one of moving down, of moving backwards, in life… BEDROOM96 high82 wide (83 wo baseboard)24 7/8 deep from baseboard(25 w/o)-no wings-1 1/2 inch top lip6’8″ (80 inches) of rod space … they called these types of … Continue reading
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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in our mouths
Central Smoke Bone She had grown red and corpse-like below the Danish authority standard issue yellow canopy—beyond the dune and deadwood. Nearby, crusted and congealed, many rats in hazel frozen a on twig. Bleating, and she a sheep, that sand … Continue reading
air is burnt
The Father: Guantanamera, 2002 The sun cuts a slice of light into his head. The stellate light streams through the window and blinds him. His last word is ¡Guao! The bullet fragments in his Broca’s area and splits the infinitive … Continue reading
slurry of words
Skronk Tectonics Plactivist—a disembodied word. Decontextualized. One word in bas-relief, that I heard her say, in a slurry of words not directed at me. Plactivist—decoupled and set adrift from its word cloud. It blazed like a meteorite across the my … Continue reading