there, sat in that refracted light; streams flowing cross watchful eyes. swift judgement, a jury of peers peering out through cracked screens, net wrapped round the fingers of media moguls, truth and lie blend in the endless feed, leads buried and truths cherry picked, watch: #vss365 | #judgement

birdhouse, duneside #photography #art

we got us some a those too #poetry | #resist

"wonka bar" nostalgia wheedling its way into our stomach; a Sunday spent counter-side, sipping on a sundae puddled into soup. meandering through memories of place gone longer than we've been round, singing like only a candyman can, singing like only a candyman could. #WildWalkPrompt | #sundae

te et h g na sh in g i n t h e b r e e z e

French Kiss #vss365 | #kiss

"you & i" circling cyclically, pushing & pulling in the tide. trying. trying to take a little time to take a modicum of a mo ment broken up by an ampersand telling onlookers that you & i circle side by side gainst the push and pull of time. #cassiopeian | #ampersand

"rolling stone" no moss embossed on my back, this stone flies past castle's tall walls. immersed in the terse verse, a river rolls a stone smooth. no skip to slip into, but the stone still sails true. blue blood drips to mud, a stone thrown from below is rarely a surprise. #vss365 | #immersed

"life in a fish bowl" canaries calling from the coal mine; "water's rising faster every day." negative nellies belly up in this fish bowl we call home. ears stuffed so we can't hear the siren's last call; waves rushing over head, belly up in this fish bowl we call home. #Emoetry | #Negative

storm surge coming up like it always seems to, 20s roaring again on a precipice, wave crashing any day now over this ship we're born tethered to— weathering a storm the historians saw coming from a million miles away. history rhyming like a damn poem but not near as nice. #vss365 | #tether

"in motion" Unspooling in the infinite ink, murk mired in the plasticated mass we made, bits left to linger cross turtle shells, carried on these ocean ic winds, tides taking these cruel diving bells we sink into ink, spreading out the pollen we see m to pro li f e r a t e. #vss365 | #linger

"-smothering oil" slapdash cross the haberdashery we splash, stones skipped rapid o'er the rippling shore, sand sticky to hands branded by life's licks, seems like just a drip we slip long till that boot finally falls. rapid the boil of- #Cassiopeian | #Rapid

Been a bit since I posted, work got kinda crazy but I'll be posting more this week and next.

"more room" brought to our knees by other busy bees, be trayed by those that hoped to stay a top this mole hill, but that was just the lie sold on Fox; when the lowest on the totem pole is marched away, all that remains is more room inside the cage. #vss365 | #betrayal

"if you have to change the lines to stay in power you aren't a party you're a power grab." hope for elections, prepare for less. conf federate fucks fucking with our shit. I didn't see a census, only justification to chop our nation is racism. nothing else. vote in lead. #resist

"for " i got the ringing wry in Her laugh, stuck to me like popsicle puddling under summer sun. Her toothy grin bouncing back at me from the few pools puncturing my path. but Her stubborn scowl scorching the Earth in wrath is what's always helped me most. thank you, for all that you do. NEMO

"sometime" long past that last upright monkey wringing blood from a stone he hone d to cut meat off bone. long past when his debris dared dust deserted dunes. but our polyester's still stuck to what few water molecules stayd, plastic left to fester, floatin long on wind. #Cassiopeian | #Water

"Flying/Falling" descending dove fitting into ground like a glove. so much love lost, a city bird turning into statistic, lost in a sea of them. country hawks hacking at what's left. #Vss365 | #Dove

LED a L I G H T EMITTING DIODE lingering along the horizon, · here, where this near-night dawning dusk let's us stay a nother day. #POETRY #NEMOETRY

plastic plucking at · plastication cross ou r nation, station after · stationary canaries clutching to a wind we just can't find. · can't tell if we're falling fast or no t, bird boned tha t we be, sea to · bleeding sea.

"stripmine" hallow here, eroded empty. nothing inside sides the burial mounds filled by monstrous fucks, eager beavers emboldened in their bastardry. wolves shearing sheep; telling us a wolf's gotta eat. guzzlers grasping at thrones, eroding US empty. #Emoetry | #Empty

"betelgeuse betelgeuse betelgeuse" #Cassiopeian | #Upon will work on this week's prompt later.

"betelgeuse betelgeuse betelgeuse" stumbling into far-flung light, too far to feel the fire's glow, astronomic aliens showing off in Its way. seen so far beyond but wishing upon it anyway. praying for that teetering totality to tell us "it' ll be ok." #Cassiopeian | #Upon

"bucking in the breeze" trees ulcerating over in indecision, droop ing deciduous. leaves lingering, undecided on their fall. bark worse than bite, the desc ision made by falling flash. trunk dropping fast, but our roots still last, hatching right through concrete. #emoetry | #undecided

"bruised knuckles" his greatest trickery was always, always, the honesty at the end, the rending in his hands in long emptied house. #vss365 | #trickery

iv. Feed #poetry | #stitch

iii. what are we, chopped liver? #poetry | #stitch

ii. two for one #poetry | #stitch

stitch i #poetry | #stitch

by and by sidecars sinking. slinking cross the skate we paint ourself o'er, pro tests painted in blood chill spines of low ly oligarchs, sparks fluttering in breeze, trees hide the flight of chopped liver left too long in sun, forest lost for all these trees. busy bees, plants burnt in our breeze

dont try it buy it, the long writ bit bobbing in the ink we slink cross, rhyme's my lie to linger in. sinking into singularity struck to the muck of minutia, miniature molded in morbidity, cry co/opted to catch, latchkey to our bones to our oldest growth, the LDPE. DuPont depre ciating out death.

an idea. made 2/5/2/4. space mushed into some kind of rhyme eyes struck blind, mind racing on scars,moment a falling grain going, going gone. bits bobbing in ink, maybe something to secure them to; stitched. to linger off tongue. Up to you how you use these few bits bobbing by. formed to 2/5/2/4.

ticking down in the falling stream, waterfall of feed to flounder in, d rowning in the f ar filled field wie lded into cudgel. smudging Us gainst the windshields, bugs that we be. pooling , trying to escape the moment in the feed , the stream , hoping what drowns Us is at least a laugh to see.

"sounding it out." commas congr, e,g,a,ting in be tween, just a bit betwix the quick smol,der,ing, we linger in. 1. more (said fast, or slow) for 2nd. just a momen t more. #poetry w/ #nemoetry

"tax season" Bibi's fourth reich raining bombs on the apart heid he made. kids splattered for some kinda zion ist piss, propped up on american meat beat ing. both sides banking on this genocide, no support here but still our hill hands Bibi billions. Don and Chuck agree when Bibi comes a calling.

"concrete" depleting. not-so-slow ly circling the drain. that sinking feeling as it all crumbles round, rebar rebounding on itself. sunk cost collecting at our toes. better go and get your pound of flesh fore the fall takes what's left. sink full of dishes to clean. #vss365 | #sink

be. in order of appearance: #SOLSEED | #Illegal #Cassiopeian | #Exist #vss365 | #Sing #Emoetry | #Charmed

cannibal animal stuck in his eye, screaming "nobody's to blame." shameless, firing by the thousand to boost gambler's nest egg. burn down the plant, nobody did it. blast a fat cat, nobody did it. better to blind cannibal animals and burn this cave to ash than let em outlast US. #vss365 | #blind

"idioms & iconography" take it to the . don't on it. don't break the . all the way to the. like money in the. when push come to shove, don't b ank on a bank to come through. s ilently seated as we struggle, stu ffing us in rolls a ll the while. #vss365 | #bank

"McCarthy Bullshit" McPresident prattling; why you still holding his shit? what, holding out to get to his McParty? whatre you, some kinda McCommie? some kinda red elephant fuck falling down? supporting dear leader cause a fucking tv said so? he was on NBC too, he don't care bout you.

"so as to bite the hand that feeds" bit through to bone. told not to, but the bastard fills plates full of pig slop: copaganda propagating, prattling NIMBYisms to divide and conquer. better to lop off the hand that feeds then let it bleed us dry, one subscription at a time. #vss365 | #hand

filled space, placed on the face of it, stuck in the weeds, walking long the edge. words wrapping round wasting what little time can stick to the mind. paint it in blue, a sky blinking into endless ink. escapist media sinking mind into paste, rot resounding till folks can't even sound the wound out.

Under Cassiopeia #Poetry | #Art

"Atlantic" ran ragged, lagging behind settling dust. rust forming quick on his exposure, stang in the salty perfume. halty here. atop bloodied sand. dust to dust. dawn's fleeting husk. "Now?" wondered the weary, skin shorn by sun's scorn. people ran ragged, sold per pound ashore. #vss365

"sentence" sand banded to our souls; long blooded shore lingering in footfalls. #vss365