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Posted by Rich Magahiz Sun, 11 Sep 2011 10:05:00 GMT
that’s
what we mortals have become:
sticks and belly
burning still a sack full of scepters
Genghis 5000
a heap of bleeding
thumb drives
real dolls’ heads disarticulated
Posted by Rich Magahiz Sun, 11 Sep 2011 10:05:00 GMT
that’s
what we mortals have become:
sticks and belly
burning still a sack full of scepters
Genghis 5000
a heap of bleeding
thumb drives
real dolls’ heads disarticulated
Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 10 Sep 2011 23:23:00 GMT
frog leopards dance in a legless case
Anais weeps
prescription brine,
dreams sterile dreams
the Sandman and the other drug lords
Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 10 Sep 2011 10:52:00 GMT
an acid breeze
whistling around
slate monuments
scrubbed, blasted, at night the street wisps come
a cinder taste
alloy dogtags clank
at the breast
koala man both paws full of green
thylacine holds a copper
crowds push
on high street
Tau Cygni the meow of the god
Posted by Rich Magahiz Fri, 09 Sep 2011 10:14:00 GMT
well of course
it’s trying,
he’s an adolescent
whiskeysaurus: the worst of the lot
all the young
stooges sniff in disdain
railroad meh
Posted by Rich Magahiz Thu, 08 Sep 2011 09:38:00 GMT
a cramp and nausea
a new life
gains sentience
the death of self a five gram caplet
o such foolishness
cling to our nuclear
vows
cadmium rods for prolonged delight
Posted by Rich Magahiz Wed, 07 Sep 2011 10:19:00 GMT
to start with,
the hollow wind
troubles one at night
Posted by Rich Magahiz Tue, 06 Sep 2011 10:51:00 GMT
warmth spills
across acres: golden hearth of
the nymph
carboloaded, an x-ray aura
slim sliver
chocolate ring
round digestive moon
sheep’s knuckles three raps on the slate door
Posted by Rich Magahiz Sun, 04 Sep 2011 10:18:00 GMT
in finery
rotting off their backs
the walkers
fatha fatha – forgive these churchmice
Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 03 Sep 2011 10:47:00 GMT
the feet of our idols, formed of feet
ruddy Tharsis gravel
our treads ground
nearly smooth
the stink of anuscrabs slopes of bronze
chain discharge
striated, battle-hard
stripe our chests
pop that top our love-bed of sardines
Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 03 Sep 2011 10:25:00 GMT
whale-song depth jam –
drexler assembler
house party
drink to me with diffractive chrome eyes
deuterium,
darling, my drunken
heart’s-desire
Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 03 Sep 2011 10:03:00 GMT
they run down gutters
more vicious than wolves –
shanks help
shades of the Caribs tooth-sharp abos
you’ve got me all wrong,
bro,
we’re just small businessghouls