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parasitoidsit wasn't all that long ago when
dust jacket dragons still died of consumption
when electric myths still spiked
the swirling mysto
and we hadn't yet promised ourselves
to the most watched mannequins in the arcade
but hollow cities have stolen ours fangs
built from pre-plotted points and cut out
all that "stuff" in the middle
and those things that "infect" us
>>> parasitoids and host vectors
lullabies for the paralyzedparasites' plaything ---
this is stormy weather space
where lost vectors find bone
much more easily than land
where we hide from high tides
on our pulpits absolving the sea from incursion
and chastise mollusks for trying
to take themselves with us
in our bonds of kinetic aggression
in the ugly corners of our human hearts
there's a cabal still debating
last week's peeled potatoes
and the toy dolls in the attic
adding two and two to get one
ripe for re-enlightenment
we were given keys to the fuming abyss and we launched
our messiah straight into
0/3 - we rarely ever meetit's as if a horse
kicked you in the chest
and instead of a dented cage
you ribs flew out
right from your back.
this is what i need,
the hollow shoulder blades,
the fresh air when i move
and when i stop,
lie on the concrete.
i like getting close to things (and people),
then leaving them,
but the intervals differ.
fundamentally this is life
and never the return.
we may meet after goodbyes,
but we'll never go to the same place.
In my DreamsThat crystal sunrise, oh so pure,
The flame of my heart that does light my world.
In life I labor, in dreams I soar, in light all is one once more.
Return now, to this place of worship,
The light of the crystal sun to guide your way,
So that none be led astray.
Rising ever higher,
Till I can see all the world,
And feel the glory of the sky.
O dream of white, release me,
And now I sleep, peacefully.
McManga McToon to Sketch a Mayfly DroonI tap up my touch screen in the year of grouch 2thou n 4teen
Bad I am not so in the how-are-U? department, dear Cindy blox.
in the detremble zone
I took in the morning star
n went a good 13 mil
beyond safe doze
of the sugar free zone
sitting at the back
of a class A day
going whiter than a dead hemlock
in a weather
which is at record performance
my lungs my death grails
cup up the cool black loch
n auld ghostie nessie horse
with er water proof I pad
drawing McMangas of
white forked creature in
the blue behind the mirror
UntitledThat crystalline sphere, hanging in the sky,
This sun, this dream, this ethereal moon,
Floating in the silence of soul,
That cannot be touched heard or seen,
Feel it now, it's music within you.
Alien Nation fear the all powerful
hail the unrivaled great
trapped in the past of glories
have you seen your face today?
brother turned enemy sleeps next door
how can I feel safe when displaced?
if we're the same, why don't you bleed?
It seems that this is just part of nature.
To distance, even by accident.
It helps move.
Yet, it helps tear apart.
Be of both, and see as you can.
Though, I wish I could remmeber.
Constant love, and constant return.
There lay the song.
There lay the love.
A desire, a need.
A forgotten idea. A memory.
Sparks of electricity.
I wish to be of both.
I wish to remember such sweet loving chime.
I wish to forget the pain of melancholic nostalgia.
But never let go.
But let sail the few.
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