Chopped : Liver

Everybody’s prudently seeding
between the mirrors
of a desert even now invented
waiting for the morning
in the silence of the hand

the attentive silence of the cave alphabets
had silences, saliva and clay
and hands corroded inside gleaming
bones of a spiral arm

fire happens and the body is extinguished,
that would be the morning
the rudimentary day angel
had calved two stars pure

the clay pebble superstars guarding
these sacred grounds where falling dust
became stone Psalms
had in the intervals the rooms of the house

and rivers, rivers were intact
Cumulus, serene and untouched

wordlings:

storm from opal omega
footage of the crumbling sky
the brontosaurus galaxy

chucklingpecan:

providing
spectacles
for the eyeless

(Popeye returns
& a schooner
sails the Tundra)

wordlesswhimsy:

I sometimes enjoy reading
spaceship labels.
And simple men’s
lapels

brandnewswastikas:

Something has to be really, really hot in order for it to be able to melt through a human. It would have to be way hotter than normal stuff, so don’t worry. 

uutpoetry:

retrieved file/ for alien giraffe

who wants to talk and reverberate ears.

write and suck the looks, the focus.

who wants to be everything. be on every corner.

be every bit you step, each slice you eat.

each flavor, each scent.

every everything, everything, everything.

wants to be something for everyone who?

obit:

I woke up next to a pool.

There was a stranger wearing my shoes.

She was named Jason and the shoes were too big for her.

She bought me coffee and hotcakes.

She told me her story which involved a lot of moving around.

I told her she could stay at my place for a few days.

It’s nice to meet people that can sing.