SPACE LACE

Space Lace

We watch the televised reconstruction
Of the space shuttle 'Ecstasy'
Streamlined by an all female crew
Revisionized exploration
Tweaked by the hemlines of a Venus persuasion
Working with galvanized gauntlets
Coloured as brilliantly as the Nebula
Stretched across their retro grade hull.

Thirteen long-legged voguettes
Invested, with fluorescent chip sets
And Quick-Time neural degrees in Bio E
Captivating a nation
In HD reality.

They charge strapless ions, these icons
Into a designer configuration that fit
A perfectly fashioned orbit
And defy the gravitational pull of a generation
Of men who thought
They owned space.

These foreign chiquitas, borrowed from galaxian
Seaports, accustomed to consorting alone
Were the new age heroines
Pressed in cashmere outer casings
Spacebots, originally dubbed
The Renaissance Cosmonaughts.

Premiere

Premiere

In the dark
Confines seek viewfinders
Elite in caliber, if not
Centered in self
Gathered in perfect sectionals
To watch
Bespeckled swatches of celluloid
Dance across the screen

We laugh in untimely unison
United by the commonality
Of characters playing
Common caricatures
In front of us

We trust them, some
To deliver the truths we dare
Not share, in daylight
With each other

Restless for an ending
That satisfies each lie
We actors tell ourselves is true
So that our patchwork neurosis
Never has to drink alone

And when the curtain rises
A smattering of cheer ignites
Into a raging applause

All the while
Our eyes beguiling,
Scanning the final edit
For a line of credit
To spend
A despised amount – when
The opportunity presents itself

Hopefully before the next
Hollywood premiere.

frost

Frost

Frost Design Organized
Purposeful Coordinated Perfection
Random Chaotic Massive
Contagious Independence Singularity
Awakening Agreement Validation
Conviction Assemblage Conformity
Monotony Behavioral Outcry
Distinction Rally Truth
Insect-Like Revamped Retold
Rebirth Perfection Coordinated
Purposeful Organized Design

Frost.

no thank you

NO Thank You


No peptides furrowing my brow No caressing a twisted psyche No filters evaporating consciousness No victims needing semen No spandex delusions No cinnamon nightmares
No albums of disdain No stone-age advancements of love No black bean farts No poinsettia diapers with butterfly fasteners that glow in the dark.

I’ll just have the special. Thanks.

UPDATES

Updates


Lonely foundry members floundering in metallic destitution

The truth about suburban fratricide is that it’s an urban legend

Liverish teens, parochial nightmares played out on a Neilson rated chessboard:

Rook to F5 at five.


Tinctures of spermicide on the el

Headed to Burnaby, then Roma (track sex)

Pureed suspects playing possum or plotting putschs in back alley pulp fictions


Specious reasoning escapes (like villains) the orgy of transparent evidence

Bought entirely with prepaid sponsors happy to peddle

Lira, shilling, rupee, and peso wares

To unaware materialists


A missing gingko


Disparaging stories and velvet lies, careful to sing rehearsed alibis in primetime

Cunnilingus

And barrows filled with dead innocence.


Full details at six.

LEFTOVERS

Leftovers


.red coat
.fortune cookie
.commodores
.porcelain princess
.frozen vegetables
.wonderwoman coaster
.obama button
.taxi magnet
.unfinished butt
.collection of poe
.and my fourth grade calculator
(that still works)

.all the things you left me
.when I refused to stay

TREE SPEAK

Tree Speak



Disheartened by a hole in Cyprus soldiers

Brittle and dry, skin like sand paper cartilage and molasses

Maple, missions failed on the back lot, fallen, like branches on a sandbar

A flicker of golden deliverance through clouds of underbrush

And a vine looses itself beyond the moor

Devils, pale green, hidden from sight, whispering victories on the North side

To anyone who’ll listen

Cones and lavender satchels are all that remain

Carried, great distances, by a trickling brook

Or a rushing bride

Quick to marry the remembered, and the forgotten

In transient harmony

I40

I40


Fire, burning
Monosyllabic curses
For early risers and savants
Shipping abjurated utility vehicles
Along trafficked routes


Smog made possible by highway turbulence and winding asphalt
Designed to a fault, and above one

Pacing resistance for reservoir dogs
Conscious
Of rescissible hygiene

!a spleen for the man in the red fiat!

{somewhere south of I40 a four wheeled virgin tempts 10 tons of copper and silk.}
{cue music.}


cacophonous horns yelling noxious profanities
over minute distances
lewd and unnecessary
a tabernacle of virtuous peculiarity


for when the day dissolves
and home beckons the tired and soulless
they repeat the pleonastic
tapestry of panic

in a sonnet made for sacrosanct cubists.

ICKY

ICKY


0prickly stilts still
0ficticious, as prickly stilts go
1sickle cell soot rarely embraces
3visions and fishy logic

0a pickle for two
1insidiously tough, but delicious
1in a fickle kind of way

0ceramic literature, dick-less and contrite
0sickly, with syphilis lips

2tryptofene fashion idioms
1cascading down islets and pish-posh
0heavy linens, an abyss
0I insist

0mysterious
0if it weren’t for indecisive ribbonfish
3listless for work

3they’re insistent on two-fisted apologies

3and porous divisions of tomorrow
1or maybe, just maybe

2

0 - simpletons just love ambergris.