nostr:npub1g7ec7nfhyyus6kmtaaud4clnuwygandlrpz0hvem3pep6dndtjyqumtp42 Temba, his cheeks wide

nostr:npub1grx4wzqldf8clxusxpz78adjcukkqvdkhf8amsdhr6sy3ctuu2fqvsuxfe I live in tennessee, so my cranky idealism is just about as useful as voting. Best of luck to the rest of you, though.

lethe, or the chiming of the bell

the pastor called me to the podium

you're not taking this seriously

with hands tented over flames

i no longer think about it, i am

a deliverance which does not deliver

a full moon that hung luminous in the black sky

eyes locking on the thick oak door

my heart skipped a beat

too fond of irony and cosmetics

lying still, eyes closed, ears prickled

and in the sunlight the distant peaks

watched him, intrigued by his appearance

summer came and spread herself over the countryside

ill-omened - i was unable to come round

more complicated than a simple yes or no

no. i am dead. and dead i shall remain

these are the ones that really hurt

can you see your name in that lot?

woodworm infested the posts in the back porch

strange insects scuttled from under rocks

such things are forbidden. and yet . . .

if only you or i were innocent enough

#dada #poetry #dadaistpoetry #dadaistpoem

of uncertain vintage

at first there was nothing

still, with cicadas shrilling

a deadpan, unamused glare

it began as it always did

strangely named apéritifs

emptied into cesspools

a useless sack of skin

with a pithy comment

ravished and polluted

the dreadful mortification

the scent of wet earth

the rusty taste of old fear

consigned to the waste

ahead of the midnight line

the metal twisted and buckled

causing a jolt of terror

eyes rushing like searchlights

bronze statues of all the gods

the outline of a skull

just making words on the page

they were just meant to be stories

#dadaist #poetry #dadaistpoetry #dadaistpoem

nostr:npub1z6rtqz7vzsg73eqdrvvg5g5y0h4uc46d5lx4v6n6hlt9ze9dmvaqg4kt5a I know nothing about it either, but I like the sound of it!

nostr:npub15jsdhc3kux0fx7nvfmlrlw2m3jc95ftw6040r8kwpmn22erpjthsrtrms8 But where can we find said zine? (When you can, no pressure ❤️ )

Inna-Gadda-Da-Vida-Loca

Barbie Girl, You'll Be a Woman Soon

Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm-Bop

#BuildASongOutOfSongs

#HashtagGames

nostr:npub1y9v3d47p39rga8zmuxskg3n9l63s0s288xfnalnprpre7gtt75gqtft45y Howling intensifies...

nostr:npub16mzsp9vtc8h6e986507sw88q3xzq5pfjaff30r5wcgfprksnf03s65uzxf Wait until you find out what the pedals do.

nostr:npub1dx657ln7e0cdldyt3rhn8u4sqddyr3l9sg2k2zdekx99x84s3ksssf9gu0

Meaning is nothing more than Meaninglessness,

Meaninglessness is nothing more than meaning.

Everything is exactly Meaningless,

and Meaninglessness is exactly everything.

- The Zoot Sutra

As Arlo Guthrie once said... "I'm not proud. Or tired."

books and plays and invented characters

one and only one

a childhood photograph

close this book right now

what do kids know anyhow?

walk into a bookstore

drag up loose threads

a creature of time

without any discernible plan

eddying at the doors

with an extreme intimacy

a copy, word by word

slightly more grim than good

their tongues had shrivelled

extinction was looking possible

wild as a dingo on drugs

rising mist and gun smoke

looked like an accident

the naked woman on the dais

the nature of her discomfort

red and clean, polished

the skeleton of the page

the flesh and clothes

dark overcoat and formal attire

beautiful old school cemetery

green like an emerald

time-blackened gargoyles

blister in need of lancing

throbbing behind my eyes

every petty vexation

which fortune may dispense

maybe a drop of rain

once upon a time

#dadaist #poem #dadaistpoetry #dadaistpoem

the day was a fine one indeed

a prudent simplicity

almost completely silent

tunneling out the inside

turning a cold shoulder

no one would hear

the stereotype common man

a gray flannel suit

fine fabric, but frayed

a career of conjugal felicity

engulfed in flames

a languishing existence

an accident while shaving

the emptiness of the shadows

a frail figure in the darkness

the blood of the flock

peering into rock pools

apples from the swamp

peonies bloom out of season

smoke in the air

shaped like a cross

weary to the bone

upon the cold floor

funny things, memories

forbidden watches and compasses

but death's my destination

#dadaist #poetry #dadaistpoetry #dadaistpoem

nostr:npub1dj9gkz5pnnnnk9j8g80xjhjsv6u24f82p0txy5xz640lm7ww73wslkgxsw We mustn't forget a taco truck on every corner.

nostr:npub1cl20egdtwdyx7mgrc8tqdwnq864uuczs39u8jpr3rw2fl2ufs0usky0jfg The only people who have a vested interest in continuing the sham of money are the ones who steal and hoard it.

nostr:npub1zw07an5apjqtclvlkwkme3p9wphhx0kv233ntpu6rx7hwgdqfpes59uljm Or... Leningrad Osteopetrosis

nostr:npub1f5sckwg33uwe0jrueztyyd8a3t58kyd063qyr5yfmfh2dwuzp66qyj87cx "When the master speaks, it stops being what the master said, and becomes what the student heard"

nostr:npub1zw07an5apjqtclvlkwkme3p9wphhx0kv233ntpu6rx7hwgdqfpes59uljm State-sponsored religion

I have been so stressed lately that I haven't been able to write at all, which is bad enough, but when you consider that my writing is mostly either dadaist poetry or stream-of-consciousness weirdness, it's even worse.

agave flesh does not give like man's

it's not hard to imagine

the language of the prophet

nothing new, just more cruel

butterflies, whispering colors

trembling to his lips

nothing new, just more cruel

dampness that seeped up

their ears flooded

nothing new, just more cruel

the faintest of ripples

of eels in the thames

nothing new, just more cruel

in the gloom of the deep

untraceable poisons

nothing new, just more cruel

a radical solution

quick and effective

nothing new, just more cruel

electrodes in my brain

a cacophony of energy

nothing new, just more cruel

we may not meet again

after the riots

nothing new, just more cruel

a great tide of tears

in a pool of blood

nothing new, just more cruel

#dadaist #poetry #dadaistpoem #dadaistpoetry