an Absurdist Aliens’ Allegory


His grandfather’s last name was Inoswego –

He was robed in feverish thinking –

an Absurdist Aliens’ Allegory

etched on the eyes


ascetic, harshly featured saints.


His shaky hands,

like an octopus swimming in a hot broth,

wrote the lines in stark rainbows

on the walls of his twilight room.



In the land of the Chimera,

every tchotchke, doodad, and artifact bear,

their own menagerie of incorruptibles,

are sitting quietly, in cabinets and on shelves;

there will I meet you again.


Remember, that place,

full of days

bound by the wind and walnut shells ?

I used to live in anticipation,

full of stencilled shadows –

your hair spiralled,

clinging to the sleeping breeze,

even as regret turned


complex spatial structures,

a portable triptych


equations of albatross bones & frozen feathers.


Matter, aesthetically turned into Moebius strips,

twines between corridors,

echoing a more archaic art –

Grail Sine sighs

with your footsteps

on corroded rugs.



Tears of sand traced

memories on your face –

I’ll give you ten thousand kisses,

and then,

Ten times more

beneath the gold striations

on drenched draperies.


No one knows whether the initials

are those of the print-maker,

the book binder, the book-scald-presser,

the book’s owner, a whale-skinner,

a misplaced patron – or

the intangible incarnation of the deceased –

remnants of an artist with a refined sensibility,

like rose petals beneath the cactus.


notes on Asemic Dadaism lecture

The conventional view of the cosmos:

a complicated kremble model that could (sort of) accurately predict the movement, yet unwilling to commit publicly to it being farther away from the Earth than the laughing coffee person, who reads like a piece of salt, was believed to be; the bats are arguing about nutrient Pile-divers across the water.


A found visual in between the interesting sleeping thorns:

the slightly frozen lady reading the movement of the Clarion Tambien Pool. Surprisingly, there is no movement in the particular story, ambient lighting maintained with a spice grinder.


The wind becomes public during the invasion:

a heresy is whispered between predicting the predictive voice in the shoulder of old age. The read-pitch mode is played once a year.

Laughing translator border:

literary interest is in thought forms. It gave his feet glaciated cerebration. Is that observational Engels interested in composer mandate?


In earthly melange short stone fresh person:

sea, truthfulness, sincerity, or frankness. We value your dissolution measures, all functions have been released. What other powers are there?

Decoding poetry:

is simply an expression that keeps pan within an earthly ragbag letter stone-song person. The food that the girl jumps to is just her attention. I let her sleep.