pyramids of dots

Transcendent slip of silkShimmers in cosmic glowAs undetected...

Sat, 25 May 2013 07:11:15 -0400

Transcendent slip of silk
Shimmers in cosmic glow
As undetected rays on spectrum
Writhe to stay in moon’s breath-path

alexandramackenzie: fun with collage + photobooth :) Gnaw...

Tue, 14 May 2013 15:02:10 -0400

alexandramackenzie:

fun with collage + photobooth :)

Gnaw through the vortex’s walls

Til teeth chew spacetime raw

Felt-tipped fingers feel seams

To tickle rough edges out of colour-lossed blots

isthisanart: Fingernails glistenClutched close in breathA...

Sat, 11 May 2013 14:01:08 -0400

isthisanart:

Fingernails glisten
Clutched close in breath

A mask comprised
Of the joints that bend
To give arc to your grip
, to youe fist. Bangs slipped

Back into shadow’s sway
As tides guide your breath
Around the moonbeams’ reach

stillness in mind crafts bending edges as light reflects from...

Mon, 20 Dec 2010 14:41:44 -0500

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.

brain whirs hunger thoughts calculates toppings: six sorts of...

Wed, 15 Dec 2010 15:39:00 -0500

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...

Sat, 13 Mar 2010 19:08:12 -0500

[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...

Mon, 01 Mar 2010 17:39:48 -0500

[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:...

Thu, 11 Feb 2010 16:18:47 -0500

[ghostbusters]

what was that number

again?

image: wordofcommand

[proscuitto or tuna?] ever since I went for groceries this...

Thu, 11 Feb 2010 16:14:25 -0500

[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...

Thu, 11 Feb 2010 16:11:54 -0500

[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...

Tue, 26 Jan 2010 15:20:40 -0500

[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.

(assignment: -summarize plot of novel you have not read -single verse column; lines 8-14 syllables)

image:

mathunderwood:

stalagtites spillage

steg:

tom howes

charlie stirs, staring as his half-and-half swirled into shapes...

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 02:31:07 -0500

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...

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 01:45:32 -0500

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)

[a cufflink left sitting on each dog-eared page] Rigid through...

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 17:05:20 -0400

[a cufflink left sitting on each dog-eared page]

Rigid through to his lungs, Amos was cross,

cussed every breath since his dentures skipped town.

Having never spotted an albatross

I’d never assumed they were such scoundrels.

She’d been the sveltest skeleton around

until Sandy’s slick tibia appeared.

This year, the Feathery Feast served flounder,

salmonella wrapped in a thin skin, seared.

Tony Robbins’ notoriety helped little

when he wished to start a fried chicken chain.

Lifelong, John wrestled with the riddle:

what if Terminator came from his brain?

After looking everywhere, he was sure

the boogeyman was hiding in the mirror.

(rules: -sonnet; each couplet is the opening line to a novel

-no enjambment

-10 syllables per line)

(note: photo is a pillow, not an edible pizza)

[terra delivery] the world is pizza, baked fresh and gooey, its...

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 15:32:00 -0400

[terra delivery]

the world is pizza, baked fresh and gooey,

its gooey surface malleable to chefs

whose chef schools are rounded with curricular ooze;

dreamers ooze saucy ideals, spill recipes.

Sometimes these recipes are printed on cardboard

though cardboard aromas waft through downtown deliveryways

each deliveryboy of prosperity arrives, short on olives

when olives are all that separates a celestial Chicago

from Chicago’s favourite foccacia, missing mozzarella

or mozzarella’s better, cheddar, a purposeful mouthful

for mouths full of otherwise adulterated tastebuds.

Some tastebuds can’t survive a moment without anchovies

while anchovies, to some, are vile enough to shred holes in the dough

when dough is all that separates us from burgery absurdity

it is absurd to deny the bacon and pepperoni

that pepperoni lovers use to illustrate the simple

pleasure of a simple slice baked right, crusts

enveloping the crusted bites inhaled while cheese is scalding

while scalding temperaments impede agreement in a topping tussle

where a tussler denies, “why would I order thin crust?”

(rules: -consistent conceit/one long metaphor

-poem begins with ‘the world is’

-each line 8 - 16 syllables

-each end-word appears ‘near start’ of next line’

-the word ‘like’ is verboten)

(via commonchant)

[nanodelivery]inside greasebox blue brain projects an expert...

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 14:02:06 -0400

[nanodelivery]

inside greasebox
blue brain projects
an expert whose map of brain
is entangled intestines 10 years
in length; molecules scattered
as lost toppings

(via uuiuu)

[potential sources of enlightenment to be found while...

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 22:06:00 -0400

[potential sources of enlightenment to be found while maintaining one’s preferred site of burial]

This guide is meant as a primer

to those invested in their own posthumous resting.

Sedation of emotion will help prevent onlookers

from gathering to wish condolences;

a mind free from conversation will better

comprehend the finality of decor.

Additionally, a clear perimeter

will assist in syphoning off precious

inches from adjacent sites. Your kin

will derive an uncomfortable delight

from the largesse of your memorial.

Select tools carefully, contemplating

the purpose of each, as well as ease of concealment;

security has, in recent times

attempted to eradicate the toils

made by future corpses whose aesthetic

preferences preclude any possibility

of final rest. Snacks, too, should be considered

by those whose blueprints include any sort of monumental

stone, whether obelisk or tomb; graveyard

architecture is established at a pace

befitting the dreams of the deceased.

Suffice to say, the editors of this article

regret that decisions of such design-finitude

exist; such arrangements ought not encourage

anxiety. Instead, prudent and inventive

designers of sites should experience catharsis

with the knowledge that final thoughts

will rest on a well-composed grave.

(rules of the above:

must combine practical knowledge with philosophical problem; each line 8-14 syllables)

(via cerebralmuseum)

[the masks of a roving attic]-dignity: found in folded...

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 17:38:00 -0400

[the masks of a roving attic]

-dignity: found in folded socks
-wash basin: emptied of bleach
-collection of walrus tusks: waxen,
though shimmering
-photos of baseball’s greatest moustaches: stolen,
later found in pawnshop with chocolate smears
-forty six wiffle-balls: elaborate ruse
with undetermined purpose
-tuna sandwich: minute, decontextualized from party platter
-set of three lenses: each convex from both ends
-shoelaces: only leather ones intact
-timepiece: crawling up wrist, whispering future melodies
-copper wiring: in need of replacement within three
of dwelling’s chambers
-windows: two painted shut, remaining glued open
-voices: two male, two female, all textured like october wind

(via uuiuu)

[advice to a novice in the field]having fallen face firstinto...

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 17:14:22 -0400

[advice to a novice in the field]

having fallen face first
into sixteen kinds of pies,
my most enthusiastic reccomendation
is to ensure that your catlidge
bends in confluence with the crust
rather than exercising its attempt
at free vectoral will, a practice
which will bend and sometimes even
crack that fragile form, most
unpleasant of a fate for any nasal
favouror inexperienced in facial pie dives.
of significantly less concern is the flavour.

breeapperley:

Foxy Production - Artists - STERLING RUBY - KILN

[letter to a dreaming one]dearest,i’ll be arriving back to...

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 17:02:11 -0400

[letter to a dreaming one]
dearest,
i’ll be arriving back to your bed
later than i’d expected; the eve
threw much mysterious into the tow
below my toes, and my eyebrows
have grown furrowed from puzzling
about the expectations of gravity

hold tight in your dream-ridden
noggin that my footsteps will echo
across the mirrors of your ceiling
as i stumble from worlds beyond
back down into your slumbering presence

wakefully,
|s|

(via wordofcommand)