5 Sounds

A short, lightly punchy, poem, constructed in 5 textual images.
“An ambulance / Catches / A life”

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Disorderly [conduct] Tiles

The thing you never notice The tiles on the floor They run in checkered patterns Line borders Maintain the veneer of the clock-world Whitish speckle, perfect level, hard concrete for your toes Until one day, you’ve noticed someone took a special touch Made it more inviting, de-institutioned your morning rush

Truth Doesn’t Make a Noise

Halfway to the sound and fury Starting from first past the post We stick our fingers in our ears and say “La, La, La, I can’t hear you!” The end is nigh, or the trend is pell-mell, helter skelter When the tubes begin to eat your brains, note how they are televisions that watch back, […]

Emoji Pasting Test

πŸŽ’πŸŽ©πŸ’πŸ‘ πŸ’€πŸ‘€πŸ™πŸ‹ πŸŒπŸŒΌπŸŒ•β„ πŸ“Όβ°πŸ”‘βœ πŸŽ±πŸ‘ΎπŸ°πŸ”£ πŸŽ±βš‘πŸŽ²πŸ’πŸŽ°πŸ—ΏπŸ”£β™£ ::: πŸ”—Β· …devices of fortune strewn across… [12.24.2017] Emoji Pasting Test (formatting like italics or text color does not copy from my memo pad, tho)

Travel Tips

This poem opens the 1st of the 3 main sections of Synaptic Syntactic: of unbounded phases and entangled echoes , the first 1000 copies of which are available free at the link. This one was composed during the late 2014 to fall 2015 timeframe where the main bulk of the book was written. The section […]

Cryptogram of Cosmic Glue

Loki Sequence Alpha #19 This is the second poem in Synaptic Syntactic: of unbounded phases and entangled echoes. This one was also written much later than the bulk of the book, in late September/ early October last year, when I was at treatment. It got a standing ovation at the treatment open mic…. The first […]

The Heart Pounds a Millisecond Alarm

Half-spasming, the altercations took place blearily in the rising dawn, all irritable down to being beerless since last call, and this being Sunday, the cafe would not serve till 10, and the corner store till 1. And so the collisions begin… Time was, back in antediluvian days, all might be sorted instead by a fistful […]