Shameless self-promo time! Those lovelies over at
Outsider Writers are currently featuring a few pieces of my work. Scroll down a bit and check out the guh by that weirdo, Robert Chrysler.
Rubber Embryos Space Knots
dynamo shamens this white.
snatched from shatter. viral tresses hello.
shaken for images of naked paradise. coughs stalled
in tribal bridges of embryo.
smoke curls the avenue.
cells flying open a paradox. keys to dream as breath traced
little by the larva of an old rubber silence.
slower lesion circuits. murderous volleys trained to kiss.
rhythm astronomies skin asleep in psychedelia. moats breast yourself.
turning distraction up then down lunar walls of drift.
moist with battle's seismic mercury. ghosts declare refraction.
this howl's militia exceeds a question scraped from its own glory.
devoid of bone. green plateaus a flicker ornamented by shameless molecular prayer.
fixated on dialing a day in echo spent two boxes of silver nexus.
an atmosphere crawls and taxies altitudes of melody losing their phylum.
awash in the ease of alien fragrances. meteorites unfurled. superlatives interior
in fifty miles of later. illusion saucers illusion as hieroglyphs impose
fictional skies on upturned strokes of thirsting beamed to prey. sister the cliche
trolling for periodic tropes in the ceiling. armour nods at bitter ecstasy.
called waste into blacklisted veins.
subhuman barks behind narrative's fading moon.
beaten adrift that omens limbs deft with anarchy.
an angel into spaced knots. labyrinthine bass piled to blitzkreig.
inside trellis muscles.
insurgency chants a womb at midnight's spire of frozen matter.
tubas wearing constellated jazz.
young loops slash at
worn colours of accumulation.
velour prone to mix with microscopes
offering their tainted away.
Introducing the Now
in the grey.
another embedded cigarette.
investigator fatigues plop the non-verbal
between filthy sheets. fly punches authority
square in the jaw.
your wondrous smiles the year in my direction.
rusted eyes limbo a blonde hat
just to foul the public washroom's mourning.
not impressing the nubian long wearing radiation ears.
epic next to chafed clicks. more hits than Muhammad Ali's crooked smile
all for a good cause to stop like a robot has the hang of it.
hips and lungs quiver at its waking.
clouds of ecstasy caress your brain and always speak better for themselves.
a yellow formaldehyde does it for me everytime I think
about glory sopped from forgotten Beatniks. dialed memories of white
poison fed my abortion out of the mix forever.
the sky never dances in politics. droll bicycles lounge in the hypotenuse.
is everything now?