blackthorns whistle past our eaves
Posted by Rich Magahiz Mon, 31 Oct 2011 15:49:00 GMT
she came from planet III
don’t call her
departed
Posted by Rich Magahiz Mon, 31 Oct 2011 15:49:00 GMT
she came from planet III
don’t call her
departed
Posted by Rich Magahiz Mon, 31 Oct 2011 15:23:00 GMT
today
portents drop to earth…
we see yesterday
Posted by Rich Magahiz Mon, 31 Oct 2011 15:19:00 GMT
an obsidian
temple
the xeno semite
the kindergarten: twelve iron masks
Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 29 Oct 2011 10:25:00 GMT
in that purse
all the nucleic acid
we’d want
built their skelter of styx and quicklime
pustule
to the Genitiles…
d’you remember wen?
the bag split; the bones sighed with pleasure
Posted by Rich Magahiz Fri, 28 Oct 2011 10:31:00 GMT
constructed,
not generated,
the oath light burns
suffocating in plain sight sea-wraiths
do come meet
my Aunt Angina
(won’t be here long)
the blooms of May festive Sphincterfest
Posted by Rich Magahiz Fri, 28 Oct 2011 10:05:00 GMT
alkali highlands…
can’t stay up here
forever
Posted by Rich Magahiz Thu, 27 Oct 2011 10:01:00 GMT
in that flare
to divine the
witch writing
blister of want, a tunafish salve
Posted by Rich Magahiz Wed, 26 Oct 2011 09:55:00 GMT
meteorites
leap into the night,
trailing rust
field lines constrained us… we were so young
life stems from the
Cosmic Law
of Captivation
Posted by Rich Magahiz Tue, 25 Oct 2011 10:21:00 GMT
under the wave
the narcotic of
breaker mind
the lifeforms turn back, scented with myrrh
medicated
sugarplastic
quiets the brat
Posted by Rich Magahiz Mon, 24 Oct 2011 09:35:00 GMT
one of the faithful
a sacrament
and a loss
despite a scrubbing, the aura clings
the corpus
revealed
it is just transmigration
leading Fajr: Imam X-3000
so it is written:
seventy-two pure
Mouseketeers
Posted by Rich Magahiz Sun, 23 Oct 2011 10:52:00 GMT
without feathers
our new friends
stubbornly Earthbound
wadded roads, a crumple of train tracks
asbestos manor
the cops found
a thermite nest
biting, clawing – the distelfink flock
tipped with ice
one golden shard
slides from heart to heart
show of hands: twelve volunteer corpses
the rotten tooth
in a wheel rut
grows arms and legs
leading my patchwork dog her bones clack
wanton organs
arrayed on the
honeymoon bed
against the late blight her hagfish pose
that famous haircut
the beau with
no mandibles
donning the grey prayer shawl – Johnny Reb
Sinday
we weaned our firstborn
on a shotgun shell
whupped they gray asses round Hineytown
hail our Overlords
with trumpets’ blast!
…well, sort of
propelled by smell our garlic spicecraft
Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 22 Oct 2011 09:12:00 GMT
a pocketful of
catalyst and you
drink light
a titanium pyx hosts of void
fractal noodles
with transcendent sauce
we’re still hungry