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





 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.



Muse in Night (The Snowy Pagan Museum)- a blitz Poem

Snowy Pagan Museum

Snowy Pagan Muse


Muse sees umbrella

Muse hears rain

Rain falls on cat

Rain falls on pavement


Pavement ends near

Pavement ends far


Far to go

Far on the horizon

Horizon stretches far and wide

Horizon stretches to the sky


Sky low

Low branches bend

Low branches weep

Weep no more

Weep amongst the cauliflowers

Cauliflowers grow quickly

Cauliflowers gather thickly

Thickly stalks the crowd

Thickly moves the shroud


Shroud the statue

Shroud shadowed trees

Trees stretch to the sky

Trees watch birds flying high


High above the trees

High amongst the clouds

Clouds cling to moonlight

Clouds dance with wind

Wind winds through mountains

Wind wails over the hills


Hills over the way

Hills in misty dawn

Dawn breaks

Dawn draws near

Near the heart

Near rambling way

Way too far

Way of the crane

Crane your neck

Crane flies above the moon

Moon rises

Moon wanes

Wanes the song

Wanes the night

Night creeps between streetlights

Night butterflies ignite



I became acquainted with Blitz poetry by way of The skeptic’s kaddish . An example of a Blitz poem by David [ben Alexander]  can be found HERE.

As an experiment, I started the poem with a phase grabbed from one of my Dada word salads ( not yet reconstructed), and  just let it go from there. The open stream of word association lends itself, amongst other poetic moods, to surrealism, nonsense/ironic, and/or children’s poetry.

reminiscences of a night out dreamed

Otiose Arches wasted in the square –

sand bridges are art.



Attachment to masonry –

specific passion in readers,

of some, even our lovely Camera Obscuras sing.


playing with a reclamation of poetic history,

sigma stalks stigmata,

evens the score

beneath shadowed spindles,

pricking both finger and tongue

before sleep hastens

visions and jumbled horizons.




They ate delicacies and memories, while sipping their tea – the patio overlooked the Piazza of Pernicious Palindromes. They are doing the reclamation work – like the only thing that took their eyes through this stage of stagnating molecular management, clams clinging to teasing conundrums and pileated pie-plates.




Themed, the writing works sleight of hand, and weathered faces became whitish granite, turning into crinkly text – partners next to the rosebushes, chosen by a clamorous contextual cat, scampered midst the paper cups and the penumbrae, kleptomania of the soul – and thoroughly timed, like a charcoal portrait slipping intransigently into a mirrored reflection of dancing clock hands, out walked a wise witch carrying a wearying expression in her catchall.


It is archaeology – they wore down dusty carpets, together with fascinating motifs – your opinions cascaded from your lips, like a Ouija planchette in a candle lit room. Used fingers rippling hard, well provenanced providence, thank weak words for those two women’s ghost tenement.


The Love-friend gently partakes of kisses and anxiety- the integral integer institution sent Halloween historicism stoically into solipsism, such sweet marrow-misery.


Indigenous asemic dialect –

too novel for scorpion-hands,

or owl eyes.


After you, came no-nounce-words, like a cesarean nonunion, leaping over a moonlit cow – so, who had the opera tickets in their pearl purse the whole time, while the bus wailed about the triumph of non-euclidean tetralogy and cavernous isomorphic Cheetos – it wasn’t the ophthalmologist…

Have taken information on southerly entopic-writing art fisticuffs because doing warm spadework beneath a regime revolts the wavering doe. They talked for hours over the rims of broken cups and cut diamonds. Then that drowned magazine buffered the recorder. Doesn’t whispering lips instill the I into each All?

The bathroom strikes over the sphere. It has taken comments and reevaluated the artworks’ online snow; those eyes then upped responses: all dark dramatic monologues must attend the evening dance dilemma.



You down stories before my deep night forgives wanton anger; coming off wonderful settle-challenges, the Used Shark shakes out thanks, like small mercies in a November wind.



When can anonymous porters enlarge a needles needless resemblance to Thursday’s rumination? By the sweep of sleep, they secretly to go fish – keeping this silent slippage between the lines of commentary – and have in us a repository of tears and rust hares.




Asemic Tarot Cards – Strange Stuff

The Dadaist Tesseract Church of the Asemic Existentialist & Möbius Otherhood wishes to remind you that 

Asemic Tarot (blog)

has strange stuff, visual poetry, & occult collages full of Dadaist Revelations, Absurdist Prognostications, and Asemic Synchronicities for you. Alternative futures of past and present metatextual metaphor-memories blended with other realities & non-realities can be perused without leaving your current extradimensional status.  Click any of the following  images to start your journey:







Wind of responsibility –

Immediately lost in cleaning.

Take off the belt,

profundity apotheosis dehydrates doubts.