Playing Einstein-Rosen Bridge _Hail to the guardians of the watchtower of the North the frozen earth and winter_ Each new trick indistinguishable from magic now reveals itself as our cards are laid bare hypothermic exposed on this table of elements somewhere encircled by some symbolic symbiotic alchemic twists and trumps that force the clockface out of sequence here where these seats at compass points converge from murky viscous confluence of mathematics and visions played platonic solids _Ha...

It rains they did not die but came to hide in plain sight and this twisted Gordian helix of petrified hair just became invisible purity and virtue see through clear in our modern world under this wounded sky they did not die but came to hide in plain sight beings of the light with twisted Mobius helix of Rapunzel’s stairs of Jacob’s ladder here becoming intangible invisible a simplicity and clarity rare in our modern world caught in the jaded eye under this wounded sky that cries a rainbow of...

residual tremors rumbling conscientious conscription machinations of hush rushed ceased beforeshocks dropped anachronistic all dreams of swelter and gurney squeaking wheels on polished crimson linoleum greased shells will not leave the sound of the sea with me not with me all spindle spire hairs resonant fizzing over and over goose flesh residual tremors caustic acidic flashback prophecy the reach of this groan sliding slithy over crimson linoleum screaming squeak of rubber soled shoes squelc...

it starts with a shrinking mouthful of singularity with illicit chalky bolus sub-atomic insidious swallowing fading light of sight and sound and clarity all slow succumbing to inky dark dancing sparks to slinky sharp sonic parabolic disparity all palatial visio-spatial distortions through transudation hallucination of ghostly mortal proportions through popping pillbox pox of crackling skin and soma gunshots and quick fast loss of past and all that upcoming succumbing to flushing rushing mask ...

Rorschach: Total Internal Reflection Just this one time please let me see something in the spaces in between herewhere sum of the parts diminished devils of dancing detail catch this magic eye and form some depth a lone dissenter in eternal banality repeating space-time reflected unrelenting meditation bisected let me see something in the spaces in between herewhere the word is my shepherd I do not want that makes me lie down in these conceptual pastures with wandering lonely clouds satanic m...

Hippie I want to be that tree you know the one tall and proud in the middle of fallow field so smartly dressed in full blooded verdant leaves and buxom fruit and mirror balls one, two, three, and Technicolor bunting and yellow ribbons tied and mottled sunlight caught refracted rainbows painted and lights of faerie lore on broad bough of lullaby so soon to break I want to be that tree you know the one that shades the summer children divides the sun so fairly and gives out warmth and love I wan...

The Cosmonaut’s Foreplay The atmosphere is at its thinnest just before the dawn and the sky is low and light and soft blue haze and distant glow and strangely warm in this herewhen where the air is at its thinnest where hyperbole ventilated dances like faeries in ring a roses where whispers blow as hurricanes eye blinking, winking vapours and waiting for a window to stare through with longing sleep remains closed rhythmic beeps and in this empty plain so vast and flat and kissed and touching ...

This steady hand this steely eye tries to build something greater than the sum of its parts layering time Rippling bending snapping folding into smaller and smaller spaces shuffling Teenage self turned to inner child here and explained that context changes everything and nothing for without the strength of circumstance nothing could ever be without collapsing under the weight of its own transience flush against nothingness and inner child turned to senile hubris lone dissenter singing of nake...

Words suddenly come gushing tumble pouring out of him this beloved three-year-old lyric beard of buzzing bumble beatitudes platitudes picked up from here and there and every word he hears he remembers and squirrels away mischievous listing listening intently for the next new weapon in his relentless assault on my senses a babbling brook stream of consciousness speaking rapid vapid in half-words, phoneme dreams sweet mispronounced lisped endearing but so sincerely said words they come tripping...

Venetian Blind Man Finding himself in pieces randomly sliced and diced and shattered brokerly sometimes shapely repeated he stared sightless pointless up from my feet straight through me as if he could see this archipelago man with crimson rivers of pungent blood between each island piece staring jagged blindly deep dark into me this thousand part fractal bladed ghostly shade he made and with eachandevery bridge of sighs collapsed and nothing left he lies bereft with pounded flesh to bind him...