Posted by Rich Magahiz Sun, 09 Oct 2011 15:50:00 GMT
past the landing strip
a darker patch
free of tracks
let’s play humans… perhaps tomorrow
Tranquility Base –
the place where she
was first kissed
where the mutants are we’ll find seasheep
she dressed
for the Devonian
put up her hair
my charge card an irrational sum
the landlord
exacts a chlorophyll
down payment
Posted by Rich Magahiz Sun, 10 Jul 2011 10:49:00 GMT
outflung in ring light
from the methane swamp
dusk blooms
Posted by Rich Magahiz Mon, 04 Jul 2011 11:19:00 GMT
ka-spang! we hit the moon
hope you all like
the ring
the Baptist’s micron-thick pullover
designer gravity
girls tug
elastic hems
Posted by Rich Magahiz Thu, 05 May 2011 17:41:00 GMT
back to inchworm form the flutterby
Soap Bubble In Space?
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Posted by Rich Magahiz Mon, 21 Mar 2011 11:02:00 GMT
sun bleached conch
the thrum of
broken suns
the monkey pontiff raises his cowl
the Moor’s
green oxygen lance
hundreds genuflect
on your smartphone these texts from Lord Set
beachside bar
a man twiddling a
Möbius ring
nirvana your smile slowly corrodes
Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 26 Feb 2011 11:24:00 GMT
PEACHSTONE MOON ON VIEWER FOUR AND WHERE JEWELS GLEAM WE WALK OUR NECKS HUNG WITH DIRTY LIES THESE ARE THE CRUEL CONDITIONS
celibatina St. Joan O’Toast
axial twist a rheum for Babboo
Posted by Rich Magahiz Tue, 08 Feb 2011 15:36:00 GMT
Posted by Rich Magahiz Mon, 13 Dec 2010 21:37:00 GMT
Honeysuckle
crack crack the
geologist’s hammer speaks
Coral Rose
unnamed satellite dim behind ring plane
Peapod
1830 mess squeezed, not tasted
Beeswax
patch of sand buried where she was stricken
Silver Peony
biolab console upset stray wiring harness
Russet
twelve sols to aphelion a fubar beacon
Regatta
annunciators strobe the space between breaths
Blue Curaçao
rising from barren wastes to call it “contact”
Lavender
the crystals on the faceplate comrade and seer
Silver Cloud
ignition to deny the horror
Posted by Rich Magahiz Thu, 25 Nov 2010 13:01:00 GMT
gridsquare
ZX34 – some lewd house
of jackcess
beatific stain the ninth syringe
every wife
a high priestess,
smelling of sulphur
scraping their bone-caves the thought police
Posted by Rich Magahiz Sun, 21 Nov 2010 16:38:00 GMT
between quasars
a gravity well drink
spells death
Posted by Rich Magahiz Fri, 12 Nov 2010 03:23:00 GMT
the Prophet’s
distinct visage – a flight
of warheads
Thumpers: set. Fear is the mind-killer.
