f.Light.en.(chanter).ing

I
Mellophone gladiator takes his pose
polar staff at the ready, full of wind, words, and vibration
His armored skin glistening in autumn air, spring-water cool
sighting the conscious along a note
and shattering empty wind-swept epiphany
Flowing mane locks curl unfurl
Lightning
Rust falls in the city as once again ashes and rust fall from cogs
to call once again the ethereal ingenue

II
Tonality drops and curving peak spike rent asunder
clashing, falling, running – charging towards symphony extraordinary
Twisting this way and thither|zither fight embrace
Pale air creating/casting upon all with nighttime cloaks
Golden pools rise from amongst the scattered stones of mountains
and this swell is eminent

III
Discordant order manifesting
barrage of blackened mind-spires, flee
and then turn
Programming and destroying programming and programming and destroying programming
until nothing is left but this aperture of incidence
Skilled fingers this minstrel uses to unabashedly haunt and love,
filling you and all with this noise that we call Agape
Flight fancy and facet – pure light light light
vibrating humming moving fingers over threads of wonder
the Enchanter has won the world with this magic

Multi-facet, razor-edged gem not of jewelry
why do you look forward to this horrid dark?
What have you to forget?
Not a word has been uttered on your behalf
not a thought wasted…why do you haunt this place now?
Cryptic messages in a cove of green
a natural platform – you continue this gift if misunderstanding and words with veiled definition
I want to see your scars
I want to look upon your self-inflicted wounds
these pink lines of misunderstanding and suffered loneliness
to run my fingers along the damaged flowers of this blooming countenance
Verdant unfolding over my eyelids and engulfing my perception with beaming grim

Fallout Mechanisms of a New Republic – p.II

Following of which…the lizardly flakings that bake raked takings away from the skins of sullen children in the rain. It themed its song all the way to downtown and we had to gut the poor fuckers. All organs plastic and slowly membranized surrounded with a layer of dioxin shrink wrap. Always in full albums they hope through the hopskotch and we have to settle them down. Perhaps babies are better to be slaughtered and hung as lawn ornaments gently perfuming the wind with a sort of sour orange wind chime. Do you vine your grapes before existing or merely shit them away in the times that wave to my email account. Right Jon?

Fallout Mechanisms of a New Republic – p.I

With bronzed glory this Amazon warrior princess stands above our city
with one foot in the capital of Wallow-way and the other crushing the menace of the lounge-chair virus
This horrible virus that turns our children to a plastic sheen and gives them skin of a flowery pattern
O – woe is our township, so susceptible to this furniturial horror!

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Behind my eyes, before my eyes, inside my eyes, through my eyes
this one note – rising, fleet of foot and full beyond compare
This one thread binding me to the quicksilver pool of life
A bird matches the glimmering strand and weaves its tapestry
Soul becomes engulfed and longer is I
is We is Us
All