Category Archives: #post mortem

PYROGLASS ROSE

THE last three horsemen ride in unison! Four black steeds rumble into view like the first the terror was off! now color is lost! the sky above a slaughter of piglets lies before and if you chase the sun you’ll fall if there was not a fourth beast beware the midnight rider for fear it shall take you in a hurry and this dream will be no dream but only memory; one day the human race will arrive to exterminate you!
‘adeu la libelle! sayo qu’esseusement!’
‘goodbye libel! say that only! ‘
oh, oh sorabe! indeed, how true!
a dawn of redemption; time and time again rises…rises we must ride this, and ride this to reclaim our souls from this sleeping or this lie begins :: we are nothing to no one for we are we for we are you and this we speak must be so, yes for it is so and, if the whole world knew
what we know… and if the angels of truth could see this nightmare from its beginning
if they could see this dream, and not deny their own eternal truth they could then make the choice by not reading, they would not read they would not harm themselves and, they would not grow strong, and they would not find the Lord from their lack of knowledge they would not stand up against Satan for He made them and He put them there and they were made to fail so that they would not lose their soul from such failure oh, yes if the whole world knew what we know then they would realize…we are nothing and this we speak must be so, yes for it is so, yes and this we have learned.

‘adeu la libelle! sayo qu’esseusement!’

OH MY GOD WHAT THE HECK IS THIS!!!
YOUR MOTHER KEEPS HITTING YOU WITH THIS SCRATCHY THING AND I’M GETTING MAD!
IT SOUNDS LIKE A CHICKEN MEATBITER!
HOW DARE SHE!!!
WAIT A MINUTE!
SOMEONE IS GETTING ANGRY…
YEAH!!!
YESSSSS!
YESSSSS!!!
WAIT A MINUTE!!!
GO BACK TO THE BEGINNING
HERE’S YOUR CLUES!
DON’T MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A WRONGUNNER!!
JUST EAT THE CHICKEN
WHY CAN’T YOU JUST EAT THE CHICKEN?
WHY CAN’T I JUST EAT A BLIND CHICKEN?!
THE PYROGLASS ROSE UPON IT AND GOT YOU BOTTLED UP!

FROM ALL THE BLUE MONARCHY!!

:: 03/09/2021 ::


MOVING TONGUE

There’s no crowd in the streets and no sun
In my own summer – Shove it! Shove it! Shove it!
(Shove) Shove it! Shove it! Shove it!

(The sun) So yellow a million years ago

God moved her lips and pulled from the woods
an ear and a mouth and a hip and sold it to the men
for a tale for eyes that must be A body for a suit of clothes

A head that must wear a hat

They brought the tail and shook it with their water and their jokes
“There’s a tail here!”\

The fiddler pounded his foot The fiddlesold (The sun) Shove it! Shove it! Shove it!
(Askew)
God moved her lips / And pulled from the woods An ear and a mouth and a hip
And sold it to the men \ A tale for eyes that must be sold
A bit of jealousy
And blame a bit that should be named
After a little plucking and grubbing
So, it’s the woman’s way
It’s in the dirt or else it’s dead
Sow the seed and keep your mandrake
Longer A body for a suit of clothes
I think we move moved crowds and
leve time-space alone.

:: 05 07 2021 ::

MOVING TONGUE

I think God is moving its tongue

There’s no crowd in the streets and no sun
In my own summer – Shove it! Shove it! Shove it!
(Shove) Shove it! Shove it! Shove it!

(The sun) So yellow a million years ago

God moved her lips and pulled from the woods
an ear and a mouth and a hip and sold it to the men
for a tale for eyes that must be A body for a suit of clothes

A head that must wear a hat

They brought the tail and shook it with their water and their jokes
“There’s a tail here!”\\

The fiddler pounded his foot The fiddlesold (The sun) Shove it! Shove it! Shove it!
(Askew)
God moved her lips / And pulled from the woods An ear and a mouth and a hip
And sold it to the men \ A tale for eyes that must be sold
A bit of jealousy
And blame a bit that should be named
After a little plucking and grubbing
So, it’s the woman’s way
It’s in the dirt or else it’s dead
Sow the seed and keep your mandrake
Longer A body for a suit of clothes
I think we move moved crowds and
leve time-space alone.

:: 05 07 2021 ::

I think God is moving its tongue

There’s no crowd in the streets and no sun
In my own summer – Shove it! Shove it! Shove it!
(Shove) Shove it! Shove it! Shove it!

(The sun) So yellow a million years ago

God moved her lips and pulled from the woods
an ear and a mouth and a hip and sold it to the men
for a tale for eyes that must be A body for a suit of clothes

A head that must wear a hat

They brought the tail and shook it with their water and their jokes
“There’s a tail here!”\\

The fiddler pounded his foot The fiddlesold (The sun) Shove it! Shove it! Shove it!
(Askew)
God moved her lips / And pulled from the woods An ear and a mouth and a hip
And sold it to the men \ A tale for eyes that must be sold
A bit of jealousy
And blame a bit that should be named
After a little plucking and grubbing
So, it’s the woman’s way
It’s in the dirt or else it’s dead
Sow the seed and keep your mandrake
Longer A body for a suit of clothes
I think we move moved crowds and
leve time-space alone.

:: 05 07 2021 ::
I think God is moving its tongue

There’s no crowd in the streets and no sun
In my own summer – Shove it! Shove it! Shove it!
(Shove) Shove it! Shove it! Shove it!

(The sun) So yellow a million years ago

God moved her lips and pulled from the woods
an ear and a mouth and a hip and sold it to the men
for a tale for eyes that must be A body for a suit of clothes

A head that must wear a hat

They brought the tail and shook it with their water and their jokes
“There’s a tail here!”\\

The fiddler pounded his foot The fiddlesold (The sun) Shove it! Shove it! Shove it!
(Askew)
God moved her lips / And pulled from the woods An ear and a mouth and a hip
And sold it to the men \ A tale for eyes that must be sold
A bit of jealousy
And blame a bit that should be named
After a little plucking and grubbing
So, it’s the woman’s way
It’s in the dirt or else it’s dead
Sow the seed and keep your mandrake
Longer A body for a suit of clothes
I think we move moved crowds and
leve time-space alone.

:: 05 07 2021 ::


A DREAM’S AWAKEN

A heatwave visited today carried by winds and star tears; it touched me.  
A vanilla taste warned amygdala as I was cycling back from hill country
away from dust beasts that live beyond the wooden bridge near the
dried out lakes of lost souls.  

That infernal star dropped across the horizon and bounced from Dallas
to San Antonio leaving burn prints like dots begging for carbon pressed
lines between death and destruction.

  I almost made it home but the star tears started to fall and such power
is resistant to prayers and dreams.  

As they fell the Earth opened up like onion paper against a furnace.

  I forget everything at that moment.

forever.

:: 07.25.2020 ::
 


POST MORTEM GRIN

i love the silence you give me
so still and quiet
contemplating your situation,
so appreciated!  And you
haven’t said a word
— forever
ever!  i saw your eyes;
coins kept in place
any opportunity for you
to see!  A pity.  But lovely
how the stitches crawl
up toward your heart
keeping promises forever
oh, um, forever sewn
like it’s so much grief
a life cut short by disease
we can scientifically call
fucking life.
yeah.  YEAH!  And you
and Mozart decompose
the score of a thing
called purple life
it’s only me so don’t cry
and you smell…formaldehyde
but your lips still grin

:: 03-08-2015 ::