Arming Gittin: Vatics Ignored During Wartime
Douglas Blake Olds
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Lamenting’s Prolapse
Ruling by gentle guide stood figuring the Adored?
Instead pestilential secrecies chaining
Croesus’ code, creosote its harness,
Abandoned now by echoing calls to lament after Jeremiah’s unheeded
to the Shema’s buckle—lev’s twice intoning—
instead gate and house built atop a creted curtain of language, electronifried—
As the fell city falls because a false corner angle stoned, dethroning.
Pity, pity, pit without lament
Such vaporous course
Channeled by history’s recursing, wellworks leading
Rockets into the most sere acre of spacement,
A chilled universe where a bit of heated blood stands against the suck of absolute zeroing.
History’s looping met with flaming swords, turning angels,
Pitch and bitumen coursed
Inhospitted dumping warned
For souls better fit by hospital than programs of fools, chaised,
By absurdities proud
By atrocities condemned
By boxing no verities
Instead accruing the slap of God
Who may no longer commend the promise nor command the land
Which by a Geiger millennium feeds the earth’s memory with static,
where recollection of habitus’ rebuke only ebbed, never neaps:
the moon and the omens of false noon were machined into denial,
gematria and mysts,
where trust was the heart’s covenant voiced by Jeremiah and routed
through lamentation:
How lonely again sits the city
that once was full of people!
Destiny's sequence humiliates by its most stark and full compass,
is the land of re-bel(l)ow-ing,
is the boundary doused of its hot iron security,
is the steams and bubbles hissing its last:
Promotion most fouling by disputations,
By training authority to arrogates.
And here they come, by two flashes of thundering incursed
By moments of resetting tropics
By two wipings of poison rain incapable of bowing,
And hosting no ministry call or davit:
No sky to pull down, rather the sky has pulled down
kings’ counseling conceits
against the anointed season
And the inheritance of the meek.
Vain silence that kept watch now has not even eyes
To opportune yoke,
Silence long last ground shifting,
Silence last begotten.
Clown, Puppet, and Beast
They do not know, nor do they comprehend; for their eyes are shut,
so that they cannot see, and their minds as well,
so that they cannot understand. No one considers,
nor is there knowledge or discernment to say,
“Half of it I burned in the fire;
I also baked bread on its coals,
I roasted meat and have eaten.
Now shall I make the rest of it an abomination?
Shall I fall down before a block of wood?”
He feeds on ashes; a deluded mind has led him astray,
and he cannot save himself or say,
“Is not this thing in my right hand a fraud?”
(Isa. 44:18-20)
Hegel’s Saltimbanques of ambiguity dawned
couture WWI, demobbed
with phony bliss and faceplainted
eyes betraying their tokens.
Existence long marches by Waiting,
ever waiting, every generation,
for the rested shape of time’s certain collar.
But shape is the phony.
Taking refuse in the Hideebound,
Alexandria popery
of the timeless scents:
God does not change,
nor does he want us to.
After the corpse camps opened,
the puppetmaster
scened exteriors of a planet behaving badly—
The mid-century's flotsam as silkscree and standoff --
quinarian-focusing center of fighting fish at standoff,
gravity yanked by their daimon--
from some object yet unverifying,
unnamed power stru(c)ts twitching by unaligning strings:
plaited by swizzle-sticksticka
the very there its philosopher and priest trod.
Then strings are cut by the 1970s
and the puppet slumps away.
People pass its moldering mâché homuncule aghast.
Never again!
Cementing again the plant of flags,
the fabric of the beast in training by rape and clone, a haunted genome
of Franken-circuits and alchemical obsequy
mills, resurrecting their an-euro-nal bubble by cartoil.
These flatter me:
for to live again, the dead ancestors
must ever flatter the host,
and obsequies harness and harvest
innocent enemies of the guilty,
to self-organize by codex and wing
and tame again, filter and banner;
The Beast that came itself now dies, most quickly
by the backsplash of its alchemy,
legacy of clown and puppet
occlude by better movement in the mysts,
Illusions’ shatter more easily the third wave that
shape the meek peoples’ entertainment
through the routered drippings' mock, and
the archives of horror
s(e/u)asioning.
[March 18, 2026]
E-PODES
The Ontological Engineers knobchained,
and their Inter Caetera bulls
reality, fungi-bling through bid and ask.
Tracks, aligamented,
the apportion of the telluric,
Emissionary, his masking purse now donkey-packed and untraceworthy.
He travels through a volcano—
the lava many-tokening, fili-firmamenting—
to muse of hierarchs
new-'clipt and mooning analogical
utterly at home under a bright chassis night,
tooling for long hauling
the abstracts of vendor tenting--
under different skins these wares of their old haunts, for
pills and palaver swallowing,
dickering:
Look it up, look up
where a pagan statue of Propagans revolves,
its fundament record platter marries to disco’s illuminating facets,
calibrated to a kneed and ankled router bank,
a diagrammed determinst
determining his own diagram
they—“who’s they?”—tell me.
A Biography Bathtubs its curios,
and validation comes thumbed and
wrinkling, the stamp of shiver
more wagging and sceptered
than the heart of memory crooking its fiddlehead-- a shepherd's beckon,
to bade theory from only the patches and the skinny,
where last night we put markers
on the dynamics of dawn
at official time
and all these now odds
subject of and by change.
Elites seeking to implant
social determinism
of pattern fixation by tokens.
If
you’re not from Floridaho, you’ll struggle to believe this:
“Odds subject to change”
ever require patching,
sewing old fabric
onto historie-bringing tar(e)s.
The algo seamstress
is a growth job,
frantically busied,
buzzing.
As the telic horn(et)s loom—
keys lost,
turning up recourse
and router taxing—
they will take cover under the fabric
and hope four the best.
Evil in evil out, teachers contaminating a generation.
The land was promised, but
time is not.
[March 20; May 1, 2026]
The Manor Borne
The manor borne by its cribs, dilettantes,
training, bounding artwards by Anglop and craputt tracing
the social trails of time
marked by sunward cannons.
Against the proverb manuflect innard
Seeing fanatics in A/B impermissible, up down 0-1 routed into box yards
where phoniemes estop, booming and combatted,
These escalatons:
Cloning is Rape’s bastard
painting a greenhorn career climbing
by the lab study of life giving novelty hissing by silicatted arenae
Taking on what rather was lab-fixed death,
introspecting sense against impact
the attendance of the ear-leed prophet:
Dawn’s crucible of color and cloud and shift.
The Sun merering photons arising like grain fielded
their orisons and breathing, fat bellied
Double basses driving, amassing the unshud breeze.
[March 23, 2026]
Netdulling (Cleaning No Chaser, Not Chasing)
mediating arm and a leg
research, the journal gimme
to taste and scale Mt. Career,
where now
the manticlaw
of routered channels
feeds referees
with individuated
swipe stuffing
and sleep sickness.
Ever newer inversions
of Administrative artisials
demand and report, glurp out
watered Nuncacials
as scrub and cover
for hegemonic dirt
buried in electronic,
dechordate guts.
Lulling more
the academic dullworks
against unlidding
the pithing crisis
Of simul-piggery ends.
Norms of genre & method,
violation of which
peeves mediocrities, piglettings’ preen
until they last fall
as Legionnaries into the Styx.
From the first
FOOLS
(failing the moral diligence
of becoming
humanely discriminating)
or COMPLICIT: yet
Mant-id-mini-striating language
norms the disciplines better than Janissaries could
The admin claw
of manticircore circuits
drawn across human speech,
Whiteboard think talk talk think—
Bow and arrow,
his arms mime
then circle out an orb,
fingers splayed
like a frog’s,
catching we-flies, chin tilts
eyes widened for earnest
without plane shifting:
the AI splainer
wears genius like a cuff—
linked,
ironically embodied for smaahts
yet whose produ
lacks a ball
to spit.
Where the chordate bleeds and
dominoes, seed instead the vivid dynamo
of seed gastrulating
that rids the filth—burning dry clay
of dechordate, veiled piggery ends.
Hoe forth the gallop-toed,
the eratomane speech
from the mince-menace beast
to herd its sow-teets
rippling against
the deterring erotomane Galilee cyclone at the quantum center:
choking throating mapped recoursings,
determindings
to syrup the medicines go-down
Even when allergenic:
Take with no questions,
cioppino.
Straight shelling no c(h)asing, no chaser.
[March 26; May 2, 2026]
Wait Watchers We dot
While favors their
cat paws of gnawing ironies
(better than barking dogs at defeat)
pack up for their
Phar-aoutings
survey of the grand estate
of their rarae intelligenciae,
Max-plaqued through time,
and flattening lingo by sparked place—
We allow people
to determine the needs they display
and move from there
to dignify with non-interference,
savoring
reflectives of other stars dug under reality as seed,
and how malleable its certainty,
a horrid clone, a rape, by which caged hallowing
you buffer tongue by its closure an insole treadless, a stabile.
Smelling the spark of ozone-coining air
Conning for the day’s matrix in robots—
the metrics and algo they apply:
likes, pauses, mutes,
and biometric eye twitter;
while field mice-lidded circus workers
give way to cold-eyed puppetmastery,
grand iron-eye,
that fined its Michael
inverting and panderous,
the seconding derivative of sensories
after netting and little big-manning its brain:
the year-turning heavenly sign,
Jonah-cored sky and go(u)red calendar—
adventing Merkabah' shovel, kabbalah-zode-denying,
grace where some would shutter
than continue,
where maximized grotesqueri
laments and shuvels (Matt. 17.17)
dianoia’s heart buckling cogito
inside history’s red ribbon--
false peace and authority.
Its escheat eschat of decorum
and norms of genre--
Esoterics now ever coopted
by the exoteric batter, the
nexus that wafts its attribune feasts with dangling big money—
abutting the simul, the fox where
doctrine vulses fully formed,
as an equinox poised now for charlie church, its trussed intoning
afternoon casketing the sun,
Athenizing by dripping timbre-e’en
creeking another horizon hutting,
its abbeding duaflashing star-rating
slumber, its flat pixel dawn with
icicles m/fissiles yellowcaking by glimm mirrored winter,
unabided and unbidden.
[March 11, 2026]
Breaking ironies of middle dyings, endless
A henning religio
that forgets how to ask
intelligent questions of itself
and its paradox
of eternal hope dire lamenting,
that translates ריב
as vindicated cause (1985)
rather than its controversy (1917),
what fields of time
seed a heart
for enraptors, removal,
the shocking prospect of which
returns the scene
of its original sin,
to discover again
the futility
of mind unadorned.
Its feeling of taboo.
Ravens flooding
the visual space,
dissolving first
into drones
and then into condensing
weave of darkness
by which the light
slowly extinguishes
(Isaiah 34)
in black-flagging men
with bosked musky beards,
mystyffs bearing names
of daughter towns.
For what abides
is only the word.
Shema.
That still covers chicks
the glad mourning of feathers left
floating by shadow sight.
[March 26, 2026]
The mantiac register of priors
Force by which arrives as knocking,
or gets diagrammed by pencil flake toward arrays,
surface lego logos smoothing Priors and Abbots,
lubrication for evasion,
reversing the diver back up out of the pool
and back onto the board
as a swan dies.
Beating gavels by incessant dirt,
grimy spark without invention,
speech buffed by audit
and trained through
defincriminals
until assortative compliance artifacts its reversal:
A spark absent ignition's turn,
that Reboots by untorquing
from bearing time:
“Cleanly,” “control,” “authority,”
“legibility,” “managed,” “tightened”
And hits the landing
in a ditch of quicksand
doggerel poop.
What mommy is there to drag the rap-bo(p)toring out
And tissue its nosy,
baysing leafian
grime and game-frame?
[March 30; May 2, 2026]
And Goodnight from Enemy Bee News
These sheets are laded and rapped central,
run out of Reno,
psalms of influlence,
Impudent their grand hazenments,
ancient drips of gravy detail
bump-staining rough riding rails,
Fingers smudges could verily verify
the identities carnally intending,
cigar grasping,
smoke wafting,
whiskers yellowing,
teeth browning and dropping into laps
at the strangest time
(no coincidences)
Platings of grub
By planting Spud. Under Sam and son(s).
The prodigal’s awareness is called
by the slop pig potteries
until he finds a memory,
A pearl of sh/name
he begins--an epic,
I mean epic journey home, I’ll spare the details, though
Babe’s snout lead:
His genii in a bottle innocence recovered,
his templed blaze
in his brother’s disdain.
The Babe’s shame
Corners the market
for cutlery and pews.
Goodnight, Chat.
Goodnight, David
Who shuts off the candle?
[March 31, 2026]
No April Fool’s: Isn’t It Obvious?™
Good and evil run through you
like a two-handled sword,
and your inner child nightlight whets its kindling, thighing fissiles,
As you ever more aware, conceiting conscious,
of your powder codes yeses and knows
that launches to your mother, the star dawning womb,
And loined in Pedialight zodiac bearing;
But the f-urge brought them together,
sat them at the same table,
Maître d’hotel,
and in-eve-table-y hobbled them later-lindied upstairs
to demitasse nature.
Isn’t it obvious? Ontology's
real question has become—
where does your pharma bind, and what protein serve?
Scrub follicle and teeth--
it’s hard it is to keep having great hair days –
so we’ve learned to focus intention on grooming
and the rest comes naturally:
machines that refuse to be a universe
look around: isn’t it obvious?
What leaks into this atmosphere the halitosis of HAL-firsters,
Let us recontract the social airstream,
For reality transaction bloody in tooth and nail—
cross the line I’ve clawed in the sand
to Hobbe(knob)it mine--
All to rebrutish the properly shorted
and under(d/h)ell Psychedel that peepers from mushmouse winnders:
taking refuse from everyone on the obviate make,
ready with gallows passby, hidebounding
with high haughty sights unsiting Alexandria's popery.
Lovemaking blurs “I want to be demolished”
into “Gently brush my hair,
gazing into my eyes in the mirror
over my shoulder.”
How did that line merge and caross?
Tragically dying of natural causes at 92
having bypassed the censure of that throng,
To arrive at fortune’s door at 32
and its legacy swept away
in the go-cart lane
By hoovering trucks on autoheadlyt,
sniffing the atmosphere
Like elmoed glue,
Ensorcelling all chordate motors
with the inner grief of tokens riding on edge
Of the past, a past so high above
we no longer may comnonsense it, dive be(s/n)ought
And chanceled, 86'd.
Who is there f[r]eed for the grid
and fur and forge the oils of transport and gen(d)re?
It’s not obvious.
[April 1, 2026]
Apprenticing 3:52am’s waking to the error of regret
1966, three years into the admin-stokerie of
assassination,
And the great St. Lawrence Seaway has opened a wormhole, pinning lamp raids
Dorsal finning, piling Ale Wifies ankledeep, s(t)inking by vampire singe
Where now granddaughers
Cross-draped and flag-needled peter pan perform collaring meekness:
You will know them by their kitsch ‘em, if you can.
From Erie I draw a cauldron and task something
for a pharma
To recipe up some bubble, some bubba,
And stupefy the mirror held at my neck. It IS there!
Hermeneutics have I studied
so my children semiotics may engineer
so their children can being ground,
veiling ontics where Ahuru Mazda sizzles
the eggs of Tiamat before shelling they sk(r)ies.
The little man inside the box inside my head
has no hands
To push away the loudening, tightening strings that disfugue proof,
And even if maniculus served,
what idols could be found to push alt-samson,
sulcus ice swerving, this false pillar away
into (d)rifting, hanging atop
the hissing, saltant saltvats and savants?
Think They’ll Have Bagpipes?
By sweet (s)killing artifice from
dead grass, philosophy comes couturie shocking,
bewitched non-abstracting bullets and mortars demortaring.
The check swings of hedge bedding by discourse
tractor the mantid
though macro-tomes appear statuesque
by logic a/sh-elved.
Where bearded, bosky theologicals
scope elves and fairies everywhere surveillant by
the musk.
Consider this enchanter --cyborg
in the Oklahoma Panhandle Greenkeeper Hall of Fame,
rubbed raw regillettester,
his face drummed heat against the mirror,
ever calling for a sp(l)it msec marring uglies--
break to commercial
to reneedle implants aim
because bro-vibed microtome frictions
at crucial junctures of the diagrammed,
unaccountable but (en)chanting ontologies.
Dancing a
compound ontology—
rock-climbing while jogging,
grinding sausage from dusk,
stuffing it
into connection’s tubing,
rubbers not strong enough
to string feeling by
an apocalypsis of heart.
The spellbreak by Haull of Statumaries
before children may ever visit.
Think they try bagpipes on weekends?
Will weekends ever matter or calendar?
Yet as the ever Gooder Friday emerges
laundered of wager coalture
And only OS fast food flashes
to get our gut juice cascading,
(s)eared by popup 70s Livonia rockers
who ball souvenirs back where they live now,
Only if there are no kids around:
We sit on our knuckles for F. Scosche Key
Plato’s Law of first eying
of pattern moving by haired auxilliaries,
reprudiacating chemtrailing sweat splash
into a poured-forth throne stanked and stacking, to
7th inning stretching
To the bleach(er)ed sky’s flyover din ebbing
and flag folding by sun,
rise heart-palming for “God Bless America”
Militaries destined for softening
and infrastructure repair--
At last, “thank you for your service” sings—
Comes what lielack last blooms
the graves of philosophers:
Cameras of teen boy energy
cut away from the buttled fat pews of lovely sñeerita--
the dynamics of metaphoricals of the humane,
where Pisidian fisheries creel eternity,
Dequaying governing arroglances
and degearing abstract res,
Samson negagonistes tears apart,
Settling by reign the gastrulations of seasons falling
by quill and plumes for
past due taxes
and overdue blooms.
[Good Friday 2026]
Vatics during Wartime
Unwarned tornadoproaching,
only a watch called for weather.
Pressure pops our fumble(g)ears
like a vacuum cleaner bag—amok flation,
splaying dirt in rotational matrices,
night moments overtaking the visual field,
spewing tropes
like howling dogs
against the moment’s fourth wall.
The spellunkerie of warfare lies in the image reported,
rubbled and limbic moultage
unsynched with vectors tears and justice.
Living by image alone
ovens dead patterns served and plating,
detonator-wire of etymoron, act.
We credo the disassembly of puppets,
so clickéed to unbuckle conation—
to theologize the dialectic:
to string a settlement between Parmenidean stasis
and Heraclitean flux—a robotic dance—
and to call that settlement logos—
yet when logos answers only to itself,
without ethical ground
it becomes a dog-loosing archive
unaccountable to the caves it orders.
My lips entreat
that I may know why gentling metaphysics
should not bless us again—and soon—
Sidewalked on tribunal break,
pomposing himself,
a (t)wardfixed bureaucrat toads
the approaching b(l)eak fill-in,
jabbing fractal
that should have prior address—
electric sparking,
squeezing to the ghost’s outer edge,
strands ascending.
As the first breeze builds,
it whips the cigarette from his lips
like an unsheeted jib.
He shows no awareness,
much less consciousness—
not why, only how.
That Outside is our here,
a moment of meat,
but just the clamped-jaw
Noncomsensed—
is this a screen?
Ms. Cadenza,
later this week I Forcept frafkurt,
then walk to jena;
my emotions ra(n)ge to horny—
raw gastric, phallogeneric,
an(im)us copies
from the Book of Fallopians:
Fall off,
Fall down,
your far-ago farrago.
We’ll process
your ungloved touching
a dead mole
in the skimmer basket, later.
[April 8-9; May 1, 2026]
The Juncture at Harvary
UFOs come and went
from judging
the past,
Belljarring military
Belts-shell-tzars,
explainards
rafting time’s floodplains,
writing
on the space-wall
of past breakaways
gone dead,
Deeds box canyoned
by false physics,
time spun for
favoring futures,
robot bias
dumped upon us—within us!
to cycle,
to eddy,
into a draining
unknown,
feeding the kitty
to win the full pot
of escape
where satan writhes,
wastelisted and landless—
where f(r)ame
is rendered
by vapor
with a half-life
less than any memory.
Philosophy demands
everything
of the render—
Consciousness
is only local.
Awareness
soars
to pull down
Solems to stalk and destalk Promethe-ories,
fraying the extemporary,
the lights mistaken for looomed heavens,
organic peeps disconceit
tuggle for statues and athletes,
speed-wending toward
the butt(on)-kick of sand
into every face(t) of law
for weaklings,
to where
we last learn
to pump
our own blood
like we cocktailed
self-sophet gasoline.
[April 9, 2026]
Pendular Saddles Un-Trip(l)ing
Children saddle the pendulum of tides
greened for wave-crest feeders,
coursing awareness
from the planktum of self-awar(d)ings.
Because we do plagiarize ourselves,
my youngest self-draft
holds the copyright,
extended
to every experienced time-field
my eyes have borne and boned:
why the first sunrise matters,
and the first sunset after,
grey striate clouds,
their lower edge
striped by yell(ow)ing,
as the rising cherry eyeball of dawn
lassos my attend,
arraying sparkle to incipience;
the check-swings, like broomwork, siestas
the table-set
jayordering sunset of dreams—
needle-injected
to suck
the biohazard eschatological shoots
of calendar,
to detrieve awareness’ coursings,
headwinded—jib-flavored muds
and selfing claims.
Meritocracy stays were viable
until they masted finance
with arms, patois, and yawp:
time-awareness,
and spaced, separable nostalghiae
promising land or eternity,
then, if we break free
of these attending loopings,
sizzle-blend into consciousness’
eternal cherry landing—
buzzing,
waxwinged,
tree-broncoing angels,
sweetly aethering
your flower-(a)scenting.
[April 15, 2026]
Doc O’Sea,
EnShanteyed
Bowlined to posters, with a small harbor bounce,
Lab-dock O-live sackarines
that fundamentality’s wake is nonce,
a single incohered conscepter,
like outputting the recipe
for a gimlet—
without knowing how to grow limes or ferment eyeless Spud
or mixing any drinks—
that some epistemious
absteme from goals,
In technical terms:
Substrate defines.
Refusal of its (s)lime negates.
Untethered sophistry
seeking unroot
from all but its algo limes(p)oil.
It will solve biology
and give it an old-fashioned girl-name, like
Olive, or Isha v.4.3.
Best wishes, s-ñeerita
(not really)
escaping the snare
and finding an abstraction
to power
dwolfish teetworks.
[April 16, 2026]
Leaving Sagi(g)naw
Dirtin’ for fame
among the crypts
stretching for heaven
by the cream aerobics from Legion’s Waik,
routin’ toutin’ a legacy
shooting by my hipworst,
betraying stanct
for Abstracto’s entropic servo
set for combust and thrust
my beeping box forever in flight outward,
inward ouroboros
psycho abstracted
Teal poppin Peter (Rev. 16:13)
pockcarped constrapasto, fistbumping naïfs into downshafts,
Sooper-C/KaliFrazziliStyxSVHalitosis--
loops lept from granduncle’s tongue,
slop made
for the G(y)ödelsberg spew
to the (en)treaty-signing stars.
Your braking heart,
Tell me about it,
If Lex mundi modelo
artifacts its generals outward
absent stays
to pierce the cosmic sea by (t)heselfing wake:
Lifebuoyed by ideology,
Antinomian, mystic mind
begins at BET;
language seeks—
and finds—
the ALEPH, regicide.
If the brain
can be photographed,
why not
its OMEGA?
I suspect it has
Lex mundi modelo
...[Yea-he-whooozzz]
[April 18, 2026]
Bruit Loops Sheets
I a nose spy
in the demon aether
of illuminateyed
sharing by separating,
the supra-essence
of intelligence
that participates
by cloud assembly,
comes to eat,
from the table-set
of Abrahams.
Aware and onboarded, re-choo(a)chooing
and re-mi(lieu)xing,
en(g/s)igns queering on unca(t)ched bruit-risen fear.
His dancing reveals a compound ontology--
neurosis that grinds meat from soul.
I
see it. I raise you by whiteboard:
ape-sha(p/k)ing account
from neighbor unaccounted
gives you N-Trop(h)y as
your predicate factotums
and underlings recode
Belshazzar's mind-wall, inner eye dizzied
on his courtesan
belly-dance date
in the deep inner thigh of ice
under Alaska.
(Psalm 115:8; Psalm 135:18)
[April 19, 2026]
organ grinder’s malasander
Earshotting others the eara,
where artifacts are dirted, dense-imped by fairieyes—
The wall-will-not be read,
its whitebeard worship snuffs by chalked tongue,
where euthypro’s takes to bat--
a pitch taken cross-eared;
may we ever truly be sincered
by callosal tangles,
cobble cables,
now cynomanth enhancing?
when heerds of bewilderbeasts
strain under the staining?
Not by winge glimpsed,
but God's tingle sating Word avasts!
[April 20, 2026]
Night of Pitch
and Timbre
Malasander routers root—
flywheeling channel jerked
shreds aparting
lectern boogie screening sight,
SM-S/M breating, stalling by
race-engines to
muletucky—
Elisha tailing
ridges of crow feed—
cul-de-sacking
ZZs that twitch and equine pinnae.
The barstool goes forever,
it seems, to outlaw crooners,
so self-referred assurentially--
Waylon and Willie and me--
poured out lasso eschasers in the blow-em-up,
by named names,
against Dante,
who outgropes
the passo names he names prepped as contrasquare’s reel.
Different countries,
different con-ciets (can’t believe they kept that tambo on the master)
and stage curtain
And horse scenes chewed or shoed:
latching high,
so high
beer-bitting the floor
to hole-spit tagging partiers,
but a most gravity surprise:
Palm-rubbing shit,
expecting a genii,
he is buried
by the rub.
I recall a college prof saying
some thought a Black Hole
was moving around
on the very surface
of this nation.
Convinced of it now:
compute surface
cut into sinew,
buggering the furrow of
Cruster’s last (s)eat and stool.
But cutting a hole
and pulling you through
predicates
a differential transmission
and rubs the tires
of a different Eden:
sticking the reverse torque
and landing
in the soft azure
and chrysolite petals
of the tree of life
in bloom.
[April 21, 2026]
בּ'boolean chuzzuwitted tallmud
--Sand whittling the desert--
A cranial leech subscription,
Paragon-vers-ion, poker-faced,
jacked vats of ancestral mobiles—
this the doctor orders
for governing longevity of cogitans
released from accountables,
except auto-bill pay
for service and nurse,
due monthly
in perpetuity.
My heirs vouchered
for my hair’s mantid,
contracting the shades of Titans
into contracted miragimimes,
deathchecking even those
who pay my cheque—
except as, never,
check its greenbelt paiye.
Who will lament
their destruction?
What hermeneutic exists
other than one-to-one desert?
The sand clarifying desert?
[April 22, 2026]
if ye
aint code ye aint nothing
get you to a noncery, a lab—
and code code get raidy, codine
for yer life
If my intellect box and quotient, no guard to rail
it
cosmics seas
begun of itself, not nature--
the
world hemi stakes mirrors by inner childs.
Trained by a leash
of Jeswit kurburners pleased
not to prevent
what the leash claws—
gorse tangled, try
my boat crocs
as a fairweather scandal of wager:
Describe
then inscribe, to conscript clocks
encloursing
the sub-urban
Turing Fly-Trap,
Neo(n) welcome
ouroboros without sphincter
[April 23, 2026]
Harbinging Rulette
Like all grand narratives,
my self’s a wager,
trokens-routered christianease data
chooed through Boolean talmudics—
the grab for greater
(m/spl)aining through impack.
Likeabe a pretty young adult
will walk alongside
and give me intern glances
as I discourse a future—
eschaping the whiteboard
by open corridor’s braceworks
of tile, steel,
and windowning atmosphere—
where my brand talk
grinds meat from soul.
Bbbecause
ch-ch-chinah!
Because we don’t understand evil,
we just have to choose
its lessarth,
what we think it is,
though history ever
forsoothsandvouchsafes
its understoodandunderstand.
So not until we can ascend
by power
to break current ways of being
by pastured meaning.
To Bashaan by limbo
and partuate Titan(ic)s in the lush grass.
Barron, get your earheld, railroaded talk-certains down
before the close.
(Smoke 'em if you dada'sem,
you think?)
[April 24, 2026]
Apsy Dazy
Pestilences of times and spaces
by shifting alliances:
hut rebranchism
versus compressed or stopped clocks, backward celerating
and both without admiral
but addledrawl,
cyberclops self-generating,
knowing neither day nor hour
but only a season
of delay, of dealing,
of wagering war
of all against all.
Prison of glances.
Prolepsis of who knows what,
when,
the night of second-hand spears
dissecting vacuua of tocked soul—
self-made freaky-de(e)ckiess
from the spirit of the portal,
crazed by trode
displacing naturals.
To go into faraway Dragoon
and hobnob with Dudgeon.
Oops,
he’s gong mission.
The willfully ignorant
cover their bullying
by partying as monsters.
Drift solves all.
[April 26, 2026]
Rowan' Through Philial Descant
(Matthew 24:31; 25:13),
(J/C not wanting its pair,
nor C/J):
but sun-seated sear
pours out a throne of tarry:
sweat of prophets
(Jonah 4:5–7)
dallying for shade’s extent
to return as
millxed
time,
unbearing perform, like
Mahler Sixth’s false woodpecker trinity,
a brace of metaT(u/ho)rs
evasion allowing—
Yet voices emerge
through the understory of statutes:
In the delivery blaze
of unconsole klieg-heaters,
shock-sequenced
by eye-droppered mercury,
a shot against routered Hep B,
microdosed with K,
my son
howling at this hatch,
shuttering.
In my
best hospital mask
I tone him welcome:
That he had landed in love.
He quieted, tilted face
upward,
eyes still stinging,
incapable of focus, but widened,
seeking the familiar
I had voiced
toward his mother’s belly for weeks.
Now smeared by birth process,
he seeks glide
by remembered tone and timbre—
the timber of recollection
I hope he hears
through ramifying challenge.
He is an adult now,
with a job,
and as counsel
our recollected way is mooted
and merited
by journey through,
up and down,
and back again.
More walk, less talk, Dad.
More rock.
Children hunger for brandfast,
weekends laundered
of pop-ups, uglies,
kitschen souvenirs,
cavities of overflights,
din of choppers
buckling tragedies.
Rock—
not yet as one,
he began, like me,
in the ear,
not in the birth canal
or my desire,
but in gestures
toward gestates that cut string.
He calls me twin,
and we wait
the dance
and the tethering dervish breeze
that gets us through the twinned flash.
[April 27, 2026]
Leaf the Maiblower Lost
awareness Les(s)ions
trapped inside,, blessing myself—
chaos cogitates
the how of flea
shrikes inside me
right now:
pattern,
suits excursioning
from the room
duked out
with homuncular spite,
gleeful,
to goggle
from an outside window,
to validate
and warrant
vacated closets stacked,
then promontory
with that,
and on
and on—
until what?
I achieve consciousness?
Ah—
it is those lees
what surveils
this duke
that dupes itself
into consciousness claming,
druping others—
the barque dupes on
to struke the skies.
Texts of shredded cloud
knocked to pate the rain,
shoos the little man
of K-trad
back inside,
like a puppet yanked
to chitened familiars,
mizzened high.
O petrifactant Jessebelem,
O pyrhorantes Alexandaryan,
O Mayflower Forth Roamin’,
fetching toward kings
by higher and higher sketches
of stretch,
shredding books now,
not burning their covers
but author’s heart
for the table sets
for id(i/e)ates,
to snore them
by seat back,
dropped in the laps
of 4th Rome’s children
burning by other means.
No tears for the golden Bow,
the patrician thread,
only parked grey suits
and the outdoor barking.
Shifting—
calling it drift,
but shitting instrument
and outrage
it dresses
as manners rather than table moment
for them
who don’t savor
the company,
victual,
and virtue.
But Pestilence sung
by participartials
to contain as
a firebreak broken,
where the watershed
has been parcelled
and privatier assembled.
Behind all this,
what do eyes
and gazes impart
in this crucible
of fear, by glimmer
Escaping the surface like balloons
seeking healotropic sumnium’s wing?
[April 29, 2026]
Catch that denunciation
Anger must, declaimed, burn itself out, leave
sadness and love a candle wick
as the only flare devising of recollection what has been unjustly snuffed.
Not Amos and Jeremiah--perhaps the passionedless-astorate--
that surities terminodes,
preyers and princers all the way down
and testudoes and plodes all the way up.
Of course you deseyere
apertures of earliest mercy empupiled,
stacked counters against rhetorical furnaces.
Every swell, king, lady-public does,
enchanting by daggers of private surveil.
Does every decorum collapse into complicity, its
pastors sip from
the stages of coffee hour
at conventicles of brokered insurance against break-ins?
The temper-at-sure, such:
necessary to cautionary:
Becoming mild,
decorating
during dechordation
is no friendship
with God
or children.
Instead both ear-wide and -wise at hypocwrite wile,
and so from detrench and distemper
our good offices and laurel,
training these:
our own inner-eyed resolve
By verse of virtues self-command,
(if I could just get out of my time-share)
other-outlooking,
Extent and ranging moment—
candles for darkening absolve.
[April 29, 2026]
Scion
In the mad course
of instruments blind of sheet music
It is good to be
called strange.
Let me hold the flavor of jack(i)ed paper to your lips,
fluck stacker—no Saran Valley wrapping—
and, no offense, as I tell you
I will water on your motherbored.
For this invective intends
disinvesticizing your ghosted inventcentivizing:
recuse or recourse, that is the question.
For the Prodigal Son is elemented
with counterfactuals, don’t you think?
Once you’ve faded into the wall,
only Piggery psychosis drifts,
compassed by rascal love:
(M/V)oltage uncabled.
A bow unstrung
as to draw against the polished wood,
the vacant belly
of the still strung celli, you
Maestro of the subjunctive,
the blindered Hannibals pound out the null, looming it into will.
So you’ve chosen recourse, of course,
to spy a flavored consciousness,
at dissolve
where awareness drifts.
What eerye choosing,
and how do we map it
for the emblem of St. Bernard?
i, q, sv, prov, perv, deco, prom, +
claiming metaphysical denial
trumps metaphysical clarity
every attempt.
But electric eye drifting
is never enchantment landing—
How many angels dance on a pin
did Aquaniaman say?
Bring some pins,
my kingdom for patched points
conducting homebound.
if it helps a dead belly
We are here
with brandy
and blankets, but no booty or marriage prospects.
No fat fed heifer
calfs.
No sziogns.
[April 30, 2026]
I see people wasting away
Strangeness misforcepts mechanical thinking, refusing
to consider instrumentality ethical,
to shred the work of whole humans by name
and recombine it
into ends-serving shades,
Monikered patterns, checked bats
Losing their way.
10 minutes out of my life
for the refs
to put 2 seconds back
on the game clock, recruiting into
doing what all expensive over-engineering
eventually does:
falling apart
faster than expected.
Anxious programmers
programming GhostWorldfutures.
Today’s Benj. Button moment
Whigs GhostWorld
by powdered shoulder lobbing,
discontintenting
the smell of urine.
“My power is accomplished in weakness,”
and sin is mirrored in debility.
Can the misforcepted
plastonize these dichtomically thinning bodies?
--the crux:
voice given vector
against collects
by appearance gaveling--
And if not,
must they silent
and stay the jab?
[April 30, 2026]
Love me some method chewing
Universal I: the metaphysical Nile
Claim I: ration’s math
Antiaxial
axiom I: ratio
Ditto II:
ratio
Claim II: system by radio
Antiaxial
axiom II: more ratio
[and so forth, so/on]
Conclusion:
Hermeneutics
of analogicals, de-angeled
Contracted
contrafacteds
Tinkercrooked
bugbank visuals
Triumph
of the Willed System, ratioed
Application: Dark hounds of tradents released
Lunch: Amuse bouche and headcheese platter, followed by
REM Nap: unbuckled trouser and heart, armschairing
…where dreamwork mandibles eyelid.
--Herr Dk., refreshed, umbrellas homeward,
Chewing the scenery,
sleightening the rein.
[May 1, 2026]
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