Monday, 21 July 2008
Saturday, 5 July 2008
Wednesday, 25 June 2008
Thursday, 12 June 2008
Sunday, 1 June 2008
Monday, 26 May 2008
Saturday, 17 May 2008
Thursday, 24 April 2008
Sunday, 20 April 2008
The Man Modern Flux
2bit to every line a milestone
to every inch a match
a map bleached hot with ashes
a call to start from scratch
magnificently mended
conducted through a scope
imbued the western skyline
with a length of tethered rope
to every fleet a kingdom
to every shore a sea
defined by reputation
of you specifically
illumination perfect
a guide to starting fire
go through the only lifetime
to one that won't expire.
Saturday, 5 April 2008
The 11:11
The 11:11Tormented our spirits in structure of fortune
ignited our cannons that scourge and malign
reciprocal ghosts born of guided distemper
misused by a golem bound leaden in time
the string of their serpents caressed and diffused
embellished by totems reforged and abused
a branch of an army made sightless by will
acute seperation of static and still
we've nurtured the war thats berieved by our young
from darkness to ruins on high that resound
the binds of our leaders are strung round his neck
to be burned in the city that leviathan found
so your beauty is scrawled on by infants misled
your foundations uprooted by our young instead
of your enemies that glow in their blackness revere
sweet the truth good and evil cannot dissappear
Monday, 24 March 2008
The Girl Scorpion And Comet
I WILL NOT HAUNT YOU HERE
I AM NO DEAD ILLUMINATION
ASLEEP IN GAPS OF ALPHABET
SPIRITED TO SENTIENCE
COGLIKE BOUNDARY BOUND
DEFENESTRATE THE FIRE
CALL AND I'LL BUILD MYSELF AT YOUR FEET
REVERE YOUR LAZARUS TAXON
Sunday, 23 March 2008
The Idea Is A Resonator
built by bricks of hue and saturation languishing in the dead of light at some passed out mollusc posing as motel cry baby neon printed on flyers that slap against shins in the wind fortune fakes it best when she's out hunting for scared animals in the northern atlantic lights a cross to bear dances on rope
Sunday, 9 March 2008
Sunday, 24 February 2008
Saturday, 23 February 2008
Monday, 11 February 2008
Saturday, 9 February 2008
The Graph, The Telegraph
Tetraquills aligned on the scorched horizon fence
Awaiting her baited breath and squalor diamond pigment
The sky set for night at the end of goaded phase
This will be an appearance consummate, a battalion in awe
She swallows the atlantic to support the great invasion.
This war of dogsigns;
Defeated hermetic giants in cannon and glove.
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