Paradise for sale

a beast has groped the sun

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:37:08 -0400

an opposable cat bends thumbtacks
on car-rides; he collects speed
as hogs take him over the mountain

once perfected the art of staring
blankly

this was a very broad cat
still waiting for the right pair of eyes
this cat watched red dots
and he wished to never catch them

there is a certain bliss that hesitates

Fri, 17 May 2013 09:16:03 -0400

it is a constant struggle,
running trains to their edges and
withholding movement from cartographers/
whose only true love is
finding out

this movement;
nomadic sponsored dream
that denies being a symbol, or
having ever given up,
collapses on itself

pocketful of maps
but no stars, no compass

it is a viscous walk back and forth/
and as pacing substitutes
affirmative action, melting on the tracks
seems refreshing

sand-worms in my dreams

Thu, 16 May 2013 10:05:07 -0400

if shape was transferred/you are
vague; the liquid gold
that fills my gaps/

Myco the cat and Nicky the human

Sat, 11 May 2013 17:57:02 -0400

Myco the cat and Nicky the human

harry rag “the spilled milk community” <3

Fri, 10 May 2013 13:46:00 -0400

harry rag
“the spilled milk community”

all bets are off

Sun, 05 May 2013 01:15:59 -0400

fate allots
a bear to fall

after rare feats;
a tall rose
a fleet of bees

steal!

at least
foretell a star

tinted window waltz

Fri, 03 May 2013 13:33:46 -0400

a thick moon bear
regaled, it bore a mark
as heavy as it sits and
there remains a thicker
finality; the butcher would
reconcile, collapsing
tender thighs with heavy metal

quos ego

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 22:58:23 -0400

an ocelot conversed with Neptune;
its back toward the ocean,
so as to imagine froth, and swiftly
run across a winding path

what fuels anger in the shells?

that which Visigoths can attest as plight
is a nuclear combustion we lay under

and the ocelot wished for a forest
to which the universe replied with algae;

“oh Neptune, if you don’t comply
the waves will speak; whom I.”

something for you by Greenblood and charleyfoster

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 15:11:43 -0400

charleyfoster:

Every corner of voice is
heaven with a shotgun

Tonight I am one
of the silent weights
down among them

Alive in the undergrowth
pernicious by moonlight
where the earth is crazy
and the lake is bound until dawn
an effervescence that turns whispers
into lingering fears of cellular growth
grinds slowly toward exponential realizations
to the maxims of reflective utterance

For today we pound sadness
From the heavens
Where two planes collide

A lovely collaboration! ^__^ Thanks to charleyfoster for entertaining such a nice idea!

man of wool

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 10:39:53 -0400

giraffe paradise seems bleak on bright days
as neon fruit baskets dwell
beyond reach and

each leaf is the noose;
a repetitive pressure that gathers
around cervical vertebrae

it keeps delirious as
steel strings bind relative necks
to gates that don’t want to open

artista cónico

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 09:46:19 -0400

tenebro al pensarte,
palpitante
como asterisco vertebrado en las arcas

eres androide contagioso
hacedor de pliegues distinguibles

destrozas mi arrepentimiento cuando guias lento
con el pensamiento antropomorfico bordeando locucion;
no es gastrópodo adicto a las anfetaminas
ni oruga encaracolada/

es que estoy contigo y
se me olvida el resto

Fuckin’ sweetness dio-03: Strange Tales. traditional...

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 23:58:14 -0400

Fuckin’ sweetness

dio-03:

Strange Tales.

traditional pencils and ink, digital colors.

-Daniel

con sueño frente a Teseo

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 20:03:37 -0400

hay que morir en el piso,
con rodillas ya rojas, y desvivirse
por el arrastre

los últimos días amenazan insolubles
queriendo cuerda; para amarrarse
al ladrillo, benevolente,
a la viscosidad en su justicia

tratarse tenue entretanto
mientras tersan los vértigos

jamaquear hipogrifos en noches grises
sin moverse de la loza
sin capitulaciones

solo verse en el abstracto
con los gestos inmortales

sorry, try again

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 11:25:25 -0400

sometimes i wake up drowning
as blue specks of paint begin to devour your ceiling

and i go along with the tidal waves
half submerged in a spirited essence
that keeps my swoons captive

híbrido especulativo

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 11:14:42 -0400

eres incendio premeditado;

gravitas hacia objetos inflamables y
no se si pertenezco en llamas
a tu lado
o si existo como cadáver del tiempo en tu periferia

no se decir si existe finalidad

si quizás el propósito es denso

debemos especular que la definición es inútil,
como una vagancia astral amarrada con soga

que el sol es sol porque no tiene opción
y vive con reacciones inevitables

un vivero vive

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 10:03:56 -0400

los oficios de galería exhiben moción relevante
tomando en serio estallidos potenciales
baranda sin dejarme
con una llave encaramada en sus paredes

suficiente para el incendio
necesitado de timbre y candela
abarrotado en los segundos que no estuve

se apago pero queda algo vivo
retorciendo en las cenizas
con el esqueleto hendido y la voz crujiendo

'mal muerto' en escena

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 09:26:50 -0400

la fabricación del cosmos se atrasa;
cuando el ojo se dilata
buscando el ultimo suspiro en cajas horizontales
rebasando el limite estatal

no queda tiempo suficiente
para ver al sol de cerca

se encuentra visible; divisible entre
las dimensiones paralelas
visuales parpadeantes en la calle cerra

es que veo al sol y casi lo veo mejor

alta definición al lado de mi boca
como esfera magnética estallando
tanque de kerosén en el techo del pensamiento
haciendo el viaje vertical

ennui

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 17:13:37 -0400

el estomago presiente alteraciones sistemáticas al
dejar de existir repentinamente;
quedando atrás las conspiraciones alienigenas y
camas verdes con sus respectivas amanitas luminiscentes

hay frecuencias paradoxas,
casi fenix insular en islas de tamaño reducido
donde salen a luz refracciones
y te venden bestiarios míticos aparentando ser
ciencia moderna; coagulando al pensamiento uniforme
con lo absurdo

never give it too much thought

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 15:41:03 -0400

decadence alienates me;
i can’t speak for others and
it should be noted that there is no
beginning or an ending to look forward to falling on

what exists momentarily
inclines our thoughts toward tomorrow

i'm cutting down your tree because your time is up

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 15:21:29 -0400

wicks remain lit, waxing
death and fireplace with equal longings;
who is to say denial ran perpendicular to our inclinations
without evaluating a graphic form
without measured stares
without counting blinks on a cliff.

tipping over excess from each cup
reveals more than
straight lines bending light and;
what predicts each ending relates theoretically,

as time waits for no man
that is wise with an equation.