Saturday, October 8, 2011

Mitochondrion

Please remember that all visitors with a penchant towards reason
scanned, yet not mitiochondrioniaticaly cleared
will please leave this mammal forsaken area immediately
the last warning was delivered yesterday

Glory Bee

Weasly woo

One conceptual evening
one red night
two key fritters
reversed to fight
manic though nimble
with uncreased bouffant
the derelict key weasle
blocked the artist
easle and all

Unquestioning

To dream the impossible dream
to fight the unbeatable foe
to try when your arms are too weary
to reach the unreachable star.

And this is my quest
to get beat down on twitter
by some chevalier with a good name
and lots of followers.

No matter how hopeless
no matter how far

To fight for a spot
on invisible software
that will never be sought
by you, me, or anyone else.
Ever!

EZee

The poor cummin scented bison was caught in a blender with an isometric swiveling triangle.
She got a lilly looking sunstoke before coliding with the Inca zenith.
Her lily while lips were last seen: eating homemade musli in a scientologist gazebo, with some guy from some "Heroes" shit: Panettone, or something.

Maternal?

Paternal?
or is it a mix
had Icarus a stint with Phoenix?

No one noticed
as a child spiraled into the sun.

Quite out of reach
the people did preach
as child after child disappeared in their midst

They never did notice
the future repeated

Untill
the children began to dream

Each dream did sing, then took wing
escalating further and further
until each time
in loxodrome rhyme

they too
fell into the flame

This time the child,
in a flicker of thought, remaind aloft

For Icarus' ashes
exhaled a sigh
which returned to the sky

Meanwhile
the child remembers

Birds are flying
Skies are crying
for this occasional improbable mind.

and so the myth goes
changing in time
untill

new heads turn
to the stars to learn
again

Through the guise
of children's eyes
scouring the skies of destiny
to burn

they return
rebirth is in their blood.

Tideland - a review

If grown up's were emptied
and put into bed
how would our pretty little heads be filled?

Would it be new
or would it be daft
The emptiness of the shaft
(tee hee)

What could be more chilling
Than death unfulfilling

As the abyss has been known
to be

Could we
through staring:

be lightening the load
of the abyssmus

reflected, refracted
through innocent eyes
liberating the loneliness staring back

Could we be friends
with the endless is...
or must we grow into the world?
as is.

Interface

The day.
functionality stopped.
The way.
redundancy appeared.
Had naught to do with the day or the way.
Yet remains the end of many a day.
the last we saw, of
that last black dawn,
my son will never see.
Praise be.
For there was never one.