Posted by Rich Magahiz Tue, 20 Sep 2011 09:47:00 GMT
a beacon
sweeping the horizon:
here we stand
medic: administer chocolate…
through tropical blue
the toilet bowl divers
plunge
Martin Luther scoffs: what Diet of Flies?
feedlot:
the cesspools complain about
courthouse square
saddle up an ant – it’s a short trip
on the scent
the paperknife squirms
through Volume Three
Posted by Rich Magahiz Tue, 20 Sep 2011 02:13:00 GMT
so cold edges of a torn spacesuit
chrysanthemum flies
the coffin before
daybreak
keys left in down there her bones ran off
Posted by Rich Magahiz Mon, 19 Sep 2011 09:59:00 GMT
in fibonacci loops
the unnerving
regard
Posted by Rich Magahiz Sun, 18 Sep 2011 10:43:00 GMT
to accept
the gift of second sight
the still dusk
this pineal moment: darkness rips
Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 17 Sep 2011 09:54:00 GMT
in a mud-dauber’s brain
space frame vaults
in tension
cosigning their bank loan, the hanged man
he’s stuck here
for certain; he’s got
the dead man’s chest
Posted by Rich Magahiz Fri, 16 Sep 2011 10:11:00 GMT
the hammers rise
in honey thick words
those old doubts
that pesky djinn talk about vapid
leprecop
levels his gaze
‘twill be a steep fine
Little Boy lets off a fart haiku
her dark mane
a scattering of
wayward asters
Jeanne takes the trick a handful of stains
Posted by Rich Magahiz Thu, 15 Sep 2011 10:38:00 GMT
pristine,
through eyes and through touch,
a bloodless union
translucent the sacs of melody
melting in my
tumbler lumpy
chunks of starspawn
starstruck… all the lovely straightjackets
Posted by Rich Magahiz Wed, 14 Sep 2011 19:31:00 GMT
the bereaved: an armband of spiders
amid all the legs
a half-dollar’s worth
of love
lung to lung capillary yearning
each primary feather
a dirty black
scalpel
poor Sandman a stubborn mole killed him
a delicate hour
above us glide
hammerheads
Ozymandias: his blue tablets
a red giant coughs,
the dark splashed with
free ions
Posted by Rich Magahiz Wed, 14 Sep 2011 19:00:00 GMT
the chrome thickets of Cyberia
leather spine cracks
tears well up from grease
smudged margins
past Saturn our ship relieves herself
loud groans
we can all breathe
even ammonia chick
Posted by Rich Magahiz Wed, 14 Sep 2011 09:45:00 GMT
flashblind
at our feet the guts
of a nebula
ringing your teacup chain mercaptans
freefall Dolly
he loves how she gains
a bra size
Posted by Rich Magahiz Tue, 13 Sep 2011 10:17:00 GMT
it’s not
about us, beyond
featherless bipeds
two chilled mugs brimming with oxygen
bubbles
go to your head,
you are not what you are
argus all-eyes neurotic watchman
uplifted rats:
their Byzantine minutes,
their ranks
their yeti stoles, their shoes of coral
my invention
glows, plays a tune,
melts into sighs…
some for your town girl: typhus for all
Hush, child – sleep.
The sun’s a red beachball.
Sleep! Child, sleep.
Posted by Rich Magahiz Mon, 12 Sep 2011 10:38:00 GMT
drunk with depth
extinct obsessions
link through pulselines
bananafish thick as the marsh grass
the rock quarry takes
their hot lunch
cream of diamonds
Deke’s church grin five palladium caps
