pyramids of dots

stillness in mind crafts bending edges

as light reflects from the skin of bookshelves,

as floorboards rise and fall with squeaks of breath

motion hides behind slippery lines; the books

bending spines, reach dustflap fingers to fluorescent

ceilingsky. stoic breath collects cosmic stillness

in pools that syphon moments of memory

from the luminous cave of the brain.

(via illillill)

brain whirs hunger thoughts

calculates toppings: six sorts

of mushrooms to stifle salivation;

cheese in mounds akin to stalagmites

scattered to disperse molten flavour

across the population bases

of each bitten-off island of flavour

[from massmirage]

[Wrought Iron Hoof Heaver]

Ol’ Calculatorface swiveled in his arbitration 

chair, forehead glistening with the rift in slaughter

logistics plain as the beads on his abacus: 

 them pigs

got no hooves. How in bloody blazes’re they goinkta

waddle through them twisty halls on inta the slaughter

chamber? Little Whisp, bless him, wantsta just drag

the tazers an’ blades on through the messuva warehouse

an’ get the bloody oinkers where they’re just floppin

down an’ writhin’. Farfetched, yeh, fartetched. but what

else d’we got? Ain’t a whole slew’ve bester suggestions

cloggin’ up the thoughtubes. 

                            frig. it’ll for sure fright

the tiny oinklets into coarse meatmuscled slabs of scabby

pusschops that Loblaw’ll scoff at. 

 Lost in thoughts of renting

out a conveyorbelt route, Calculatorface licked a dribble

trolling past his lips, felt his frustration chameleon 

into a thoughtlocked sloth-haze. Jowels navigating gravity,

Calculatorface’s chin stumbled, abacus-bound, into 

his alabaster-beaded stress-wrought daydream. 

[image: youmakemefeel]

[the ACTA tapdance]

(for Tony Clement)

Suddenly showing concern for kids’

smutty flickrs and iTunes’sales figures,

Truthy-Tony swipes at the rights

of pesky urchins to bend digital data into any e-envelope.

Caught with his WIPO pulled down, Truthy-Tony

squirrels away, face safe in his camera-free

sanctuary. Here he’ll draft an act that lets

his ministry

sift its sticky fingers

through each packet sent across Bell’s monopolied

copper lines. In wait of ACTA’s backdoor pass

Truthy-Tony salivates: his pals get to pick

which bits of internet get to stick and which

infringe against NBC and CTV’s interest to maintain

information’s status unflux.

If Tony’s ACTA lasts

ratification, those caught with fingers-ful

of illicit 1s and 0s will have their hands lopped

off at their ethernet’s wrists.

(image via computervision)

[ghostbusters]

what was that number

again?

image: wordofcommand

[proscuitto or tuna?]

ever since I went

for groceries this morning,

my stomach responds

with blankness,

unknowing what to eat

in the face

of choice

kwassakwassa:

wizzawd:(via hendura)

[Emotional Log-Jam on Payment Plan]

After forty-seven minutes

on the phone, listening

to Videotron’s hold music

I reached for my safety

scissors whose best work was snipping

off Gordon’s antennaed

head, that pest, his leg twitching

for hours. I fingered

the dull blade, trying to match the

rhythm set by the smooth

jazzy rendition of Celine’s

“I will always love you.”

(democratically developed assignment: poem about death that is poem about crickets)

pootee:

BEAUTIFUL/DECAY MAGAZINE - Vincent Olinet

[Ayn Rand’s THE FOUNTAINHEAD]

Having finally secured a post

with a title at New York’s foremost

firm, Lance Stark finds his goals at odds

with senior architect Brandon Hurtubese

who has a penchant for panty-pinching some

of the firm’s greatest potential clients

aboard the yacht the elder garnered

for an undeserved annual bonus. When

Hurtubese uncovers Stark’s contempt

the prodigy-cum-protagonist is sent

on humiliating errands to fetch back wax

and test the depth of sand at a suburban

playground or else relinquish his plush

office for a dusty cubicle and a key-clogged

Underwood. Too ambitious to face demotion,

frightened of revealing his inability

to type, and vengeful, Stark spends several

agonizing weeks seducing Hurtubese’s

own secretary with the goal of replacing

a set of secretive blueprints equipped

with strategic faultlines designed to send

Hurtubese’s magnum opus tower tumbling

one short week past its ribbon-cutting.

Should the brazen elder elect to serve

his own name in place of the firm’s,

Hurtubese’s reputation will plummet with

with the victims of malign strategem. As

soon as Shelly, Stark’s victim of seduction

determines she’s been abandoned for the flair

of vengance, she poses a moral ultimatum:

Stark must admit to Hurtubese his sabotage

of the Belfrieze Tower, apologize

for insubordination despite Stark’s

inability to perceive a single

moral wrinkle in his plot or else know

himself culpible for the demolition

of a brave forray in design, the firm’s

reputation, and the lives of innocent

tennants freshly moved in to Stark’s

morbid tower. Aware that Hurtubese had made

his final blueprint-review prior to delivery,

Stark ultimately determines that the worth

of his vengance is nil if he is uncovered

as Belfrieze’s sabateur, and that self-

preservation is often the best shape

that revenge can take.

image:

mathunderwood:

1. stalagtites spillage

steg:

tom howes

charlie stirs, staring

as his half-and-half swirled into shapes of faces

glued to numbers that his alma mater

eschewed as numeric voodoo useless to the axis

of any self-respecting algebra.

Inside, creatextures come alive and

regard their names as new geometric

selves; they shift

from alphabet shadows

landscapes twist from visibility

outwards to invisible

reciprocally. Since

habitats are built for letterbeasts

on enchanted phoneme fields,

amongst the algabraeic

concrete skyscape; some numbers

have fled for chaos in a gridless

existence. Down past elipses canyon

several stray numerals twiddle

digits toward warmth against

the caress of the fractal flames

,embered breaths skip across

charlie’s coffee, altering the

topographies of his newest numeric visions

via:

computervision:

9773

new soccer details

attached in enveloparticle

nylon fingertips glow

gleeclub fandom fans

from fingertips of digixistence

reflexology, a composition of hats

ball-bearings as lovers,

sanguine and insular

elastified webmail

bounds between senders

gathering static

at speed of especial

-ly entwined in neo-

cosmopolitan curligig

(via risingtensions)