tweeting from a toxic heap
don’t know what the blue horse is
because as runner up in group
of death i was attacked by
stick men who had been seeking
a purer simple poetry but instead
between the trees found space debris &
the lure of the ash heap smell of strong
cheese proved too much for that
audience predisposed to the obvious
certain emphasis on let’s fade let’s
fade guys in hindsight i attribute this
failure to ongoing tensions between
fork & knife at the onset of a much
radically transformed place large scale bigger
budget multiple suppressions hence
building site installation playground
board game of softly influenced color translucent
depth shall be just the spot for all the isolations rolled
into 1
pulsating dialogue with bull of the woods
added reverb to the wander kept the
lantern out of it was told the great
proportion of meteorites were no bigger
than a grain of sand & i felt physically
sick pulsating dialogue with bull of the
woods shall prompt wordy government
memo saturated with references to skin
walkers little people black-eyed
kids best make out with some
whooping boy in crab thatch until
laughing paramedics get you high
wide ‘n’ handsome pulsating dialogue
with bull of the woods meant as a local
i would remind tourists who
travelled the apple lane bound chicken bone
special that it led directly to bleak landscape pulsating
dialogue with bull of the woods so my eyes are nuclear
yellow holes yet when i ain’t idling a spell in crapper’s ditch like you
i sit in the control room dreaming of crackerdom autocutes
spaghetti code turns out the same 6s & 7s
who fail to show at our fluid electrolyte
parties & slip down uneven causeways past
rival shrines for the vanishing hitchhiker then
gone wish i’d had such an opportunity to
declare was leaving the organization to seek
new cabbages got licked-dragged-poked-
stuttered attempting to be upbeat-inclusive-
coyly provocative as some thought
experiment subject & i gradually became more
susceptible to the wit of inanimate objects rough
end of the pineapple masqueraded
as a departed loved 1 this wave of big
hat no cattle clashes with big meeting in the sky to restore
authenticity 1 man’s analogue drift is another’s humbug
universal the reddest apple has a worm in it who recognizes
other worms & knows began is half done but about down
home ‘s beautiful steep hills syrupy translucent color began
is considered done & personally i’ll refuse to be spooked by
displaced big cat theme
upon the verge of feeding time at the zoo
because new arrangements in heaven mean
supernatural energy flood so blisseizure
unformed color drip & a strange dog
in the purple flowered broom weed rapidly
changing information landscape more pilot error at
maximum hysteria point by dark passageway
obligatory neon flash to the accompaniment
of howling that puts the most callous
laughter to shame last time we weren’t
on the verge of feeding time at the zoo rumors spread
from asshole to appetite that i had fallen from heaven by
night was in fact abroad lord’s day last filling up on
beef & shrapnel couldn’t keep absorbing this black blast
insect accumulate when we’re on the verge of feeding
time at the zoo short text lines grainy synth soundtrack
so pick 1 hour across the weekend sit
in your front garden wait in your local
park or green space & note the species &
number of any birds you see
don’t know what the blue horse is
because as runner up in group
of death i was attacked by
stick men who had been seeking
a purer simple poetry but instead
between the trees found space debris &
the lure of the ash heap smell of strong
cheese proved too much for that
audience predisposed to the obvious
certain emphasis on let’s fade let’s
fade guys in hindsight i attribute this
failure to ongoing tensions between
fork & knife at the onset of a much
radically transformed place large scale bigger
budget multiple suppressions hence
building site installation playground
board game of softly influenced color translucent
depth shall be just the spot for all the isolations rolled
into 1
pulsating dialogue with bull of the woods
added reverb to the wander kept the
lantern out of it was told the great
proportion of meteorites were no bigger
than a grain of sand & i felt physically
sick pulsating dialogue with bull of the
woods shall prompt wordy government
memo saturated with references to skin
walkers little people black-eyed
kids best make out with some
whooping boy in crab thatch until
laughing paramedics get you high
wide ‘n’ handsome pulsating dialogue
with bull of the woods meant as a local
i would remind tourists who
travelled the apple lane bound chicken bone
special that it led directly to bleak landscape pulsating
dialogue with bull of the woods so my eyes are nuclear
yellow holes yet when i ain’t idling a spell in crapper’s ditch like you
i sit in the control room dreaming of crackerdom autocutes
spaghetti code turns out the same 6s & 7s
who fail to show at our fluid electrolyte
parties & slip down uneven causeways past
rival shrines for the vanishing hitchhiker then
gone wish i’d had such an opportunity to
declare was leaving the organization to seek
new cabbages got licked-dragged-poked-
stuttered attempting to be upbeat-inclusive-
coyly provocative as some thought
experiment subject & i gradually became more
susceptible to the wit of inanimate objects rough
end of the pineapple masqueraded
as a departed loved 1 this wave of big
hat no cattle clashes with big meeting in the sky to restore
authenticity 1 man’s analogue drift is another’s humbug
universal the reddest apple has a worm in it who recognizes
other worms & knows began is half done but about down
home ‘s beautiful steep hills syrupy translucent color began
is considered done & personally i’ll refuse to be spooked by
displaced big cat theme
upon the verge of feeding time at the zoo
because new arrangements in heaven mean
supernatural energy flood so blisseizure
unformed color drip & a strange dog
in the purple flowered broom weed rapidly
changing information landscape more pilot error at
maximum hysteria point by dark passageway
obligatory neon flash to the accompaniment
of howling that puts the most callous
laughter to shame last time we weren’t
on the verge of feeding time at the zoo rumors spread
from asshole to appetite that i had fallen from heaven by
night was in fact abroad lord’s day last filling up on
beef & shrapnel couldn’t keep absorbing this black blast
insect accumulate when we’re on the verge of feeding
time at the zoo short text lines grainy synth soundtrack
so pick 1 hour across the weekend sit
in your front garden wait in your local
park or green space & note the species &
number of any birds you see
was told swallows spend winter on the moon
because they are disenfranchised spirits with
evocative names such as illegible text &
are somewhat haphazard don’t quite mesh
slightly askew but it’s my belief that
the implications for such a bleak outlook
in this case are 2 fold namely rapid orange flare
bursts dark background there there there each
time at different points then every scene rushing to
some ridiculous gag loosely onward to the
next awkward showcase slack collation much
unlike my sporadic drift through
sour white blaze where i must accentuate what was
once a subtle detail simply to bring it into focus & my
left ear is weak because ferret got into my cradle or
too much devil’s toothbrush delete as
applicable whichever is more befitting of men who
wander the cliff tops & upon the edge of things why
should i come out when you pass me snack through
the turbine darling?
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