Thursday, July 22, 2010

In the Tree with the Regional Hegemon

CRASH FLOW

The sleep we need deceives us
into thinking we are in control.
So oneiric oratory resounds 
beyond dream's penumbra.
The better idiolect matters.
A bitter tax trickles down. 
Thus insurgent up grudge, 
syllabic ingots, word-derivatives
exchanged for time nodules,
critical capital glut, puts and calls 
of the new feudalism.
The anecdotal focal length
is measured in ruins. Eon
warble as pomegranate grid.
Persephone in cellular
hell. Havoc text distributed
as seed or bitmap. By any
other name, genetically
modified or chemically
enhanced, trans-planetary loss
or gnostic occupation, the un-
grammatical dark we come to,
loosely, disinhibited. A 
sentence is an iteration.
The folding up of history
in this case is loaded, like-
wise the lesions of being
human. An an-
thology of misery would be
preferable to that abstract
mash-up of casual myth-
ologies. The irony
cannot but brutal be. 

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Context Event Recognition

I thought that this might be one way. A sense of inordinate measure with a peripheral inference of incomprehensible absence. "I" colludes with the blues to produce the epitome of kind. Not only the body but heaven knows otherwise. Obviously improbable autochthonic entity with a blue dress on. Resonance would be wanton and enlightenment in vain.