Chainsaw Articulation of Feathered Storms

Off the cuff medium length surrealistic or something verse of a mix of different classes of words, and find in it what you will, I have not read it yet.

The elemental basin of quistarkten waiting with glee for us to require boasts of fear

The closing of the loopholes; the waking of the giants

The loss of opposable thumbs to the sea

When without choices we became something we had not wished for, we then found what we needed…

But We of All the Small Ones are pained, for life is so difficult

In the aftermath of the trees era, came the winged insects, came the hooved wolves, came the alliteration of cubes

And filing for bankruptcy, we ruptured and retired….?

But not to be woken, nor to be stirred, Our Pollyana went walking with the Ghost..

)(*&*$$#@^^:”{]][} Watch for Falling Fork Bombs ‘n’ stuff.

Wickety whippets, Batman, wherefore art the Old Juliet of Yore?  Wherefore art the Klansmen and Idolaters and Tweets and Broken Pieces? Wherefore art the punk bands? Wherefore art the Glitterati, ever deciding your appearance? Whence the Man and whence the Fig Leaf? A capitalization of intent, betokened, but unstirred, leaven me with kisses and batten me with ropes and threads and leafcutter ants…

Alienation. It rankles suburbia to know these things, yet it is these things that have created them and then been inflamed. All the artifice of the alien makers of the tubes, of the printers of the plastic guns, of the postals of the wholes? … ?

Of the addiction of blogging… Of the loss of grades ,,, Of the kidnapped children and immasculated horses and oxen and chimpanzees and Republicans… Of the failures of all the politics!!

Of teh weather, of teh Kittens, of teh intertubez< and of the interior spaces. Hold, be silence and do not splatter, for I do not make mistakes!

$code respire and #code. diminish and %code. replace and &code. Sling thou the immortality of HTML and CSS, sling though the immortality of dissociatives, sling thou the ephemerality of traitorousness, and the banality of the Rubik’s Cube. Sling thou the brokenness of chess, and the piping of dryads… Respire and diminish…delight and sing.. do graffiti and vindicate. Alienate and break down

The angels of our evil better twins rely on you to make the statement, and they are sometimes seen at bus stops in the guises of faeries Aeternal ”’

Blintzes and stories, Do Not Lose Your Car

Nor soiled, but permitted, nor wild but anarchic, nor stepped on, but ill, nor Twisted, but entombed, not Hellions, but infants

The pages. The horror. The Fallen.

The stop & cease & desist & #code $$$

Illiteracy.

And full stop…From old stop motion project

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Mirror Cartoons

Tastes nice and muddy
The fortunes of the turning of the day
What brings you to this long pass?
Who is the Buddha who makes the grass green?
The origins of the dilemma
Sinking ever further
One light remains in the distance
Single steps at a time you draw near
Others change while you remain the same
All life is kindled by a semblance of chemicals
The monster becomes nascent and begins to reflect
The mirror shows the storm in all its glory
What can be seen is not truth
What can be known is ineffable
Where you go the future lies
And in the cartoons is the reality

Troubled

Uncooked labor

Undone by the man

Broken and torn to shreds

Meeting no requirements

Cycling in and out

Continually

With every infusion of cash

Breaking up and replying

Being torn by gashes of the spirit

Troubled by noise, troubled by stillness

The uncontrollability of the inevitable

Spilling the seed everywhere but where it wants to go

Chanting over voices

Being in a state of fluid rage

The uncontrollability of the masterful

The cloaking of intentions

Grappling with the troubles

Seeing no way out

Tempted to borrow more money

Falling into the trap

Seeing no way out

Endure, endure

Leave it all to me

Cooking up a storm

Unready for your wages

Unready for your patience

Unknown how to proceed

Wandering around like a patient

Becoming undone in the storm

Tilting over the side rails

Falling overboard

Drowning

The Dog Appears (And I get to feel like a hero)

The dog appears

As I am passed out drunk

Late last night

The cat instantly confronts him

The Guard Cat (LOL)

I attempt to throw this strange window crashing dog out but cannot

I go back to bed

When I wake up, I think the window jumping dog is gone

But it is not

It is at the foot of the couch

A very sweet dog

But my cat hates other animals

I throw it out

Dragging it by the collar

It will not leave the porch

It hides behind the armchair

Which belonged to my neighbor’s deceased partner

And I picked up off the curb

I go to get cigarettes and later, espresso

The dog remains

I return to the coffee house

Inquire if there is a dog person

‘speaking’

I tell him I have checked the internet ID and it is not found, that the dog is terrified to go outside, and I think it has been abused, so I will not make fliers

He says I’ll come check it out after my other shift

My dog needs a playmate

Unless it’s a real old dog

I say I don’t think so, uncertainly

I am not a dog person

But after I get home and close the porch door to keep it in for its adopter

I hear the tags of dog who would not move from behind the armchair, or eat

Ringing

The owner, a beautiful young woman has come by, on foot

She says he is not abused

merely terrified of storms

I believe

She is so happy to find her dog

I begin to feel like a hero in a minute

But the dog found me, I did not find him

She is very thankful

I got a leash from my mom

Because I figured it would need a walk before Jake got off work

Not that it would have come out

Even though it was sunny now

It would not eat, even

I ask her if she needs a leash

And she says no, I’ll just carry him

Thank you so much

I would never name a dog Sebastian

But I am not a dog person

I like dogs now

But I don’t need an animal that needs to be walked

That needs care

Three times a day at least

Fin