Hoarsely Imagined

On the etheric plane
Rising hazes of anomalous
Life forms, flicker,
Not quiet here nor there,
Live out in quiet tumulose plains.
They dried cultivated manifestations
Of barley and wheat
From arid embankments.
Where they kept asking
The makers in consensus,

“Do we cease to exist if no one can sense us,
When remembrances of barely
Thought out incantations
Partook in their feasts?”

“If we need to eat and drink of this mead
And we live these moments
Just as of those who breathe
Are we not as real as they appear to be?”

The maker in turn responds
Daily, tumultuously toppling
Toppling trees too far
From those of whom
They’d have been intended for,
With the thunderous roars
From eldritch lightning beasts.


Smashed Open Portals

Buttresses of circumventional cubic
Borders around hackneyed courtyards
Pour smoldering firecracker arrows that
Pin and veer into misty semisolid entities.

Sentiences declined access to limited piles of
Paraphernalia leave consecrated pretenses of
Privities. Faith filled majesties gain entrance
To inspect undiscovered artifacts of dependent
Values in disquieted shuffles distinctly heard as
They’d go through cracked vases, tarnished vessels,
Demolished traces of earthen clays, now discarded.

Simple forms forsaken, decidedly smashed open,
Revealing altercations into the old and the new.


Luminescent opals, citrines, garnets, and green diamond planets
Hover within linear transcendental metagalaxies in bisymmetrical
Rotations; ordered revelations in the connections in the why’s of it all.
Credulously peeved reliabilities, tossed into interplanetary sphincters,
Reverberating in resounding vacuums of fabricated chambers. Gnawing
Spatial glaciers gradually descending into suctioning gravitational pulls
To thwarted dimensional fields where olive trees had never been planted.
Suns seeking planets, surrendering when displaced inside occultish seas.


Along side the fortuitous jungle, an abandoned home of modernity resides.
Bemused amphibian creatures dwell inside the structure of splintered doors
Confounded by the alligators, that lived submerged in the moldy algae pool,
Disengaged from musty biomechanical elephants of carbon fibers; layered by
Embossed hides that mimicked the genuine; anomalous minted bodies; tusks
Foiled in amorphous metals; full massive limbs with built in tank treads. A
Gnollish wanderer spurred from the tropics it spurned, gasping at its new
Horrendous position. It glanced at the home with decaying walls and decided
“Into the pool I shall go.” It dove into currents powered by solar panels built,
Jarringly, hundreds of years ago. Opening it’s eyes in still translucent waters, it
Keenly took note of the horrid predators snaking in the distance, wearily
Locating them by its peripherals. It rushed its hands over a ledge, creating
Murky lollygagging whorls. One hastened in petrifying speeds, so it heaved a
Nodule, it intrepidly found, in the direction of the biomechanical beasts.
Omitting the gnoll, it lunged into its predetermined crackling symmetries.

Chasing Crazies

Onslaughts of treacherous rains on fords
Enter into orifices of insidious grey plumes.
Errs of swelling gutters spilling over edges,
Erroneous gushes of sawdering hushes
Emitting from meticulously gathered pools
Upon roofs under iterated statuaries;
Yanked out weeds from garden beds.

Our Truths

We engrave lines,
Burnishing images onto
Colossal wooden planks;
Chunks that came from
Deep cut depressions;
Screws drilled in forcefully
Without bits to create holes;
Splintered fissures of
Mistakes filled in
With glue infused
Rotating dowels into
Blank blocks spaced out
From the base to hover;
Designs carved into
Vast endings, unseen;
Chips colligate into
Whorls of ecliptical arrays
Building minute blossoms,
Reaching into places
Where our hands
Shouldn’t be able
To reach.

Trash Bag

Drop dead
Rats with piles of filth;
The articles of clothing
You left,
When you decided
This was the end.

Is your life so close to god damned perfect
That you can walk out that door
Without even glancing back.

Don’t be mistaken.
The moment
You decided
You’d abandon
I lost all interest.

But I’ll say I’m sorry

I accidentally
Decapitated one of their heads
When I tried breaking its neck
With a tin can.

It’s in your trash bag.