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Asemic Postcards 132-133
Dear Uncle Julius,
Do you need to merge?
The astral hypothenar work itself was to blame for the hyper-hypotenuse.
The body is revealed and finds its value.
I think the meat has arrived, but I’ve come across sour cream and other metals. Perhaps, a better continuum would provide more sustainable beatitude tier data.
Very cold here, temperature drops rapidly with a severe wind-chill at night, then bounces to above normal highs for a couple of days. Makes for a challenging Asemic Glockenspiel & Hurdy-Gurdy Season here in old Upper Spaltz-Byrthunia!
As always, Nephew Fishbane
Greetings Cousin Flexbalm!
So the first medical treatment! There is noise inside – an error occurred; It happened. Don’t get me wrong, Druj~Hanghjir has the finest facilities in Lower Zenda. The Turquoise Towers were magnificent, but an existential fundamentalist constrains the displaced disguised archaism into the exceeding mythopoeic objective.
How do myths smoke?
Towers of incredible design! Opus Turnare-Mit and the Distilled Spirit of Melancholic Radish Oil – a library of Spenserian Theatre of the Absurd that would take a lifetime to aesthetically circumnavigate.
The need to do so would fulfill a Waporson’s man’s dream.
~ In the dream, he says that they are his people. In the morning the old man went on a deep journey and made a soul bandage for his memory. A funny nightmare of a man who committed the last sin of post-perpendicular pointillism. ~
Anyway, it’s destructionist vellum in a pre-functionist narrative cycle.
I will be heading to Zahmphosise in three days. Looking forward to seeing you, when you arrive for the Feast of Saint Jeremiad d’esprit.
~Your wandering cousin, Fishbane
Fishbane’s Postage Stamps
she crossed the steam-trolley tracks
The talkative girl crossed the steam-trolley tracks, reaching the sweltering sidewalk on the vaporous side of the venomous viaduct, as the guilt gilded sun slouched behind a gargling steeple. There were neither dwellings nor pork-pies near the faded fandangle; only leer-some warehouses and cloistered causeways of discomforting gossip guttering. And save for a greying group of roughly dressed mimes loitering languidly behind the flagman’s sinuous shanty, there were few people with umbrellas near the tumultuous crossing of tears. Her overlap insulted an intrinsic complaint – sanguine swallows and swans in hyperbole .
The over-curved crystalline cage grassed-gathered the pupil’s gaze. His wide winsome wonder panted in pantomime beneath the hundred trumpets of tempered silence. An unambiguous union sheltered the foot in tender shadows, as the clouds pushed their roots across the shifting sky. How can such shimmering worked royal plumage permit a mass medium’s measured message? It was at such times that the callous calendar populates a pontificated chicken roost of metaphysical success, while in the distance, trembling faint laughter danced on the meandering breeze, like a peppercorn between the teeth.
finicky threads –
flickering sheds huddle-haze
fallacious fingers
Note: This short piece grew out of some lines from RALPH ON THE MIDNIGHT FLYER (1923) and some lines from a Random Word Generator.
Doughy between Afterglow (Blitz Poem Plus)
This salad is spongy
This salad is doughy
Doughy is this salad
Doughy falling droplets
Droplets dangle from branches
Droplets tremble at the touch
Touch the heart
Touch trembles
Trembles nightly
Trembles beneath the moon
Moon like a blizzard plug
Moon embers glow
Glow in the night
Glow in an embrace
Embrace shadows
Embrace a smiling face
Face the fated look
Face of the forgotten
Forgotten midst the dance
Forgotten in a trance
Trance encounters
Trance of the tearful vassal
Vassal examined mustard
Vassal lifted chains
Chains clung to branches high
Chains of silent sliding software
Software slips again
Software slings data
Data distributed
Data disturbed
Disturbed dreams
Disturbed dustbins
Dustbins full of schemes
Dustbins duty bound
Bound across the aisles
Bound to forgotten smiles
Smiles in fleeting smoke
Smiles of shadowed eyes
Eyes of stars
Eyes in weeping mirrors
Mirrors reflecting sighs
Mirrors cracking
Cracking ice
Cracking eggshells
Eggshells white
Eggshells forest bathing
Bathing beauty
Bathing in the afterglow
Afterglow gathers no moss
Afterglow weathers the storm
Storm surge
Storm breaks
Breaks
Surge
This is a Blitz Poem Plus because I have trouble stopping once I start. It has a couple of extra lines. I selected Afterglow from line 49 for the third word in the title.
Dadaist Collage Poem 51
user is software
that knows where it really is –
suture consumption
Implied Spaces 