Light Synchronizes Infinity



her toes are webbed, cadillacs within the pyromaniac's

parade --- graced with phosphorous, lit in filigree of insane 

biometric alghorithms, turning over in whorls of 

premonitory admonitions of the Secret Life of Machines, there in the

warehouse where they have gathered 

NOVEMBER 30, 2012 8:23AM

Propaganda, Fascism, War.

Hi. I don't know if the internet is a medium that is really good for these types of intense philosophical dialogues, considering the way that it's also the arena of alot of just nonsense, but here's a few thoughts about some of what you all have been writing.  First, there is… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 18, 2012 1:37PM

At the Edge of a Styrofoam Cup




Neologos, allegro:  the corpusculent embers of Dawn,

where the seabirds are baking a thousand whirlwinds in their wings 

tornadoes of bird fueled madness, 

dropping eyelids like the seeds of the Apocalypse in some 

perfumery of Creation, when the nostrils

are caked with so… Read full post »


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NOVEMBER 15, 2012 4:03PM

Fractals of Jade in Shades of Deja Vu




On that dandelion, paused: the bumble Queen, light learning 

its way across jaded emeralds of tranquility,

vast portraits of pythagorean anomalies generating 

the lace craze of creationist mysteries, every twelfth octave

a trebling of spirals whose rhythm is unbalanced by the journey… Read full post »
NOVEMBER 15, 2012 4:01PM

Fractals of Jade in Shades of Deja Vu




On that dandelion, paused: the bumble Queen, light learning 

its way across jaded emeralds of tranquility,

vast portraits of pythagorean anomalies generating 

the lace craze of creationist mysteries, every twelfth octave

a trebling of spirals whose rhythm is unbalanced by the journey… Read full post »
NOVEMBER 15, 2012 3:40PM

Crystalline Antechamber of Splendors



A symbolic urgency, the ten million stories 

writing themselves in lashes and lips, eyes and the 

flood of light on the cheek.  A dictionary of faces,

where the pupil and the iris ignite in bloodshot 

melodies, until the Spirit exits from the skin 

NOVEMBER 14, 2012 6:03AM

Tunnels of Demigod Capillaries

The exquisite pangs of a preternatural premonition 

 

eloping through an ecosystem of apparition, burning the human heart 

 

 

into unreadable books and puzzles of ziggurat building light.  The Cafe is supercharged with ballads

 

of the Unfinished World.  The w… Read full post »




The polyphonous murmur that burns with trumpets of blood, 

ear to ear down that boulevard
 
where the new Gods trace tongues of crimson light into

kisses that singe the eye, those eyes where

the mockingbirds ride their the way through a column of… Read full post »


Earth. The stellar mausoleum, where the Robots hatch 

eyeless children into portaits that arrive on the wind,

face by face the Kingdom appearing to some like a deck of playing 

cards waiting for some War to begin, 

the Queen and the King nursing their silent… Read full post »
NOVEMBER 11, 2012 3:43PM

Dragons on the Dream Wind

a polyphonic lie.  She witnessed in the vast blackness of 

the parking lot night, the halogen lamps like old women  nursing prayers

to some fallen angel bathing the world in a whisper of exotic 

strangeness, that slow light of purgatorial awareness whose face

exchanges itself… Read full post »


 An orange jelly of dandelion jeweled against the contours of her 

fingerprint, every shadow of God igniting in the sweetness of it's

own self perfuming insanity.  The grass was sweet like a Gypsy's skin,

miracle after miracle pronouncing it's own face in the symmetry 



Out there, in the hillside, they fell asleep, unwitting 

and lost.  Like fish being swept into the wedding of the thundercloud 

and the rose. 

the night and the day exchanged a series of strange vows.

Outside of their flesh, there was a lattice of crystalline… Read full post »
NOVEMBER 11, 2012 3:04PM

An Umbrella of Bewitched Penumbra





a catacomb of surrender; billowing with the lost art --- is unbalanced

by the laughter that turns over the top of the trees, where a thousand

chrysanthemums have placed their wisdom, waiting for the edge of the sky

to descend.  Under this auspicious penumbra… Read full post »
Today is the 73rd year after Krystallnacht, "The Night of Broken Glass" ... a day, that 'will exist in infamy' --- for the ages. The events of that day in Germany are incomprehensible; of course, they are a step in the development of World War II and the event known as… Read full post »




A twisted wisp of scarlet around the stop sign,
 
underneath the shadow

of the highschool football stadium.  It is not light.  It is not shadow.

Around the curvature of the  human eye,
 
as if it was an enchanted entrance

the pale blue trembling of saints, they discovered

was written everywhere, 

but in movements of light into chiarscuro,

the pastel timbre of sunlight splashing against a face through 

a windowpane, cameras rotating in perfectly synchronized

paranoia of the Astronaut's niece, her heart… Read full post »





The maroon mariner;  a
 
ghost of felicity creeps,
 
on  barefoot messenger's feet,

every toeprint chasing cataclysms like lizard's fists
 
raised into the hurricane of 
 
God's own Atheistic narcissism,  --- every trebled zephyr  

catapulting inde… Read full post »


An obelisk of enchanted penumbra.  

Above the billboard there is a Chinese Dragon,

her face containing the Miracles of Madness.

One eye faces inward, as the tongue describes itself 

to the God that Understands Nothing. 

The wings are forged by the clouds, a… Read full post »




a painted jaw, where the heartbeat explodes in  crystal emanations 

of sugar and rosicrucian furies.
 
 Sunlight squares the disorder, aligning question marks

like an army of freckles, a werewolf bridge  traced
 
with the midnight of mindlessness,

every garden sc… Read full post »


A vortice of the demon, the click clock of the Ghost that Lives. 
 
Her eye is twitching like an open wound.  
 
A series of wires wraps itself around a discarded human fingernail.  
 
A Sky Hybrid, balancing the Tetragammatron on the edge of the… Read full post »


A wire wraps itself around the fingernail.  The light eats an albino

the way the number line inherits an alphabet of car thieves.

Whatever God of the Stoplights remains remains to be described by 

scribes of indescribable ability, like the surface of the lake

unfolding… Read full post »





A clash between Reverend of phosphenes and the 

disincarnate word.  The architecture of the Castle is
 
early Hurricane, a blue nude exploding on the stairwell 

like the moment Dali discovered 

Tarantulas did not exist, but were refractory emanations of

NOVEMBER 6, 2012 4:24PM

Laughter of the Unimaginable G-d






the ruby of attenuated tranquility,

sparkling before it has been born

is a distillation of unsudden energies

that make no sense to the rubies that 

already exist, 

on the other side of the eye where the 

engines of the world… Read full post »


Antelope?
 
A moon god elopes,
 
on Nyx,
 
a pixellated fractal,
 
lacrimose of wine,  the spine a conformation of the serpent 
 
whose rollercoaster bluely
 
carooms in the Waltzing zephyr,
 
Nefertiti surrenders in the copse of coptic light

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