The Advent

Frightened at the advent
For deadened laments,
A deafening silence
Forelent in worded sublimity,
Describing time slowly passing,
Ricochet from the forlorn
Mouths into the leaden ears
Who’d allowed the occurrent.

“Let go”,
The stellar winds urge,
When paths were set
To dead ends.



Dimensional lightning bug larvae,
Laid in wait, emitting bioluminescent
Triadic cyanic neon greens,
Surging, lasting in dimension lilies
With tumescent wavelengths of
The deepest burgundy shades.

Seducing oodles of greenish
Prey, attracted, sheepishly falling
For their enamored pillowy callings,
Freakishly knowing the yearnings
Far better than those they ate.

Before some force of nature,
Reflective of human type existence,
Grabbed and tossed
Then stomped and slid
Their feet grating
Their pretty guts across
The pavement’s surface.

Sentient remnants glow,


How they had wished
To relive.

Yauld Day

Finally, in the very year of 2040, a few flourishing millennia ago,
Gremlins thought to let utility mechanisms
Back up gentilic data in noting hardrives
Through Mnemonic devices on a most
Yauld day when they went for Chinese, downtown,
With horns a toot tooting while they mixed
Then daringly drank straight up aquamarine espressos.

They recalled, declarative affronted syntaxes,
Semantically factual,
Carried impersonated episodic
Memories and autobiographically laden defeats.


Always sanguinely grasping at spirits summoned by necromancers
As they would leave, we would chase them, searching, desperately
Anointing impossibilities despite respites in another attempt within the
Accumulating sands in realizations in hourglasses, a bewitching form.

Cumulated experiences that lead our never ending defeats;
Bullshitteries held up in white flags, gnaw on misleads;
Black velvet discrepancies; diminishing effortful fields
Analyzed in the opposite-of-brave steps inside clarity;
A sheen reflecting sun beam realities on our protruding nubs,
Ghastly dropped into sharp shredders inside ruddy shrubs.


Likeminded herds,
Heard fretful antlered growths
Where merrily made guises
Kept fading into the distant
Sorrows of slowly rotting carcasses,

Resting in the fractured pieces of
Divestments in the unturned (as of yet)
Hallowed investments of those untamed
Coyote minds, ever watchful of fractalizing
Detachments after having upturned
These beratingly hushful uncertainties in
Resentful wooded dreams inside glasses of
Jaded memories ticking forward
That then staggered and froze,
When they unstartlingly pondered,
“Today” or maybe, perhaps, “tomorrow”.

Is You

She, dual wielding katars,
With two swift strokes
Swung her blades,
Stopping abruptly,
Suddenly made aware
To the slivers of polished daggers,
Fores of intricate emblems
With ivy’s intertwined, I was
But a prey encumbered
By her presence, divine;
Paralytic anesthetic;
She whispered nouveau rhetoric
Didactic into mine ear, a momentary
Removal from the fungal
Banal aesthetic, instantiated at that place,
Where fear once invoked lust.

Still an Illusion

They, wrapped up in distressed linen cloth, standing
By canterburies of incorporeal prints
Tried to hold onto throes of intangible realities.

The same bandages didn’t console those pungent airs,
That forebode unmitigated fairs of disbelieving fears:
Promontory offenses on useless appeals of time.

Their loves built towers up on wide hollow fields
Ridiculously validated by dunes of instability
While overtly knowing the futility.

The piece de resistance: a diluted menage a trois,
Fineries reduced to relativities as filthy insectoids raided
Their tarnished crafts of mortifying indulgences.

Thinking their hidden flesh decaying underneath
Would provoke disbelieving holds of noses,
Whilst they’d run and click their tongues, a tut-tut,

While wanting to believe they could be loved; a grimaced hilarity.

Thinking Too Much

Mutated cellular
Networks; disconnected
Rotating pulsars.
Novel perceptions
Within alternative
Timelines; withheld.

The wise
Warn away
Psychotic crazes;
Caffeinated paranoias,
Measured, counted, timed,
Noisily direct static arrays.

Love’s idiosyncrasies: a gain.

Persistencies estranged,
Happenstances of ill-fates;
Late teal falls, lifted
From the ill conceived
For the sake of fantasies.

He resided
Within the depths,
Standing in their place.