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.