Well, com to Cerulean Nocturne, nex'perimental poetry 'log. You'll find some manual writings of invented language here. Delve in, undergo a journey behind the oblique mask of formality. Discover brand new forms of poetry. Associate your own hidden meaning from these Rorschach texts. Dare to plumb the depths. (Awl poured seas sub decked to pain and coffee rights belong exhumed and free circa twenty eighteen to the Scribblenaught.) Winsome tale. Luzum mind. Secrum wintard. Dish and find.

December 14, 2018

Swerleuvers Intrafficant Lieux

Inamintun crocifiant towardalus benifiscience
sirrunullularily christmenstruating periodicitically
reapanulled deseharvesteadfastened totrellisurging
dynamystic enterpenetrated tutorealists frumbpeen
hammerdawn drawng gowrite alongamount tenuvem
Enhyseizurist eucharosariot tomoliason intercircum
stanished histerianodynasties facinging steulardawn:
: innaglewmortalismany enmeshining syncreditably

November 11, 2018


Leavery untwined dinner tined three tries
from production's forking values in size
left with wind went wherefores and wise
was seen swimming eastward to sunrise
in the late afternoon of a sunset drifting
to swiftly deflower the echoing wakes
of a star we're westerly chasing taking
along the outskirts of skirling man's hats
wheeling this neighborhood ensuring that
we can sense the engulfing of our border
skies most likely sliding by under flights
to be up and about these parts withdrawn
or returned to since we've been out here
so floored and wondering for some time
about it answering the call where it led
swumminlivid uncoiled in our head

October 8, 2018

Irvinas Setalucre

Lucivius heartshocked magnawise
carriagement slungback realmfront
Returnupon ameridianesque invyrality
Sworfysm enetrix curculates anvri:
Horwhenest trambley hererhythms


punctuated shrieksrended onbent winns
warput like a doppler feckt on stareoids
a ruff riff channeled through  doomfuzz
petals amplified ten times in crystal clarity
the constant chirruppings and warblings
of the birds warping in and out of the day
like the reflection on an elongated teardrop
falling away on a memory unraveling
in a melody lost to the raging gales twice
chirps abruptly brought us back from there
twice we weren't certain which one was real

January 14, 2018


Inwich weaplun dearth uvuhsty meems
turbulinated & roiled frum loaming cuhm
pawk etsuranial crawmtvis intudorial sums
refarcinstilled ammanium ondonning.
The Top Unce Spun That Never Endud.

October 22, 2017


Atavism  avertef  aftens fastened unvented wants
thrucyndian narcatolians unthill excramentory
disherplainariums rescinded anto the ultimatum
profistshiffing terranoirbitsapart unjerhythms
ailcauterwaling ot longhours ovtun thiu daityme

October 19, 2017


Sceen frumdy obterior we repeal
virtuous space ampolluting cubist
aureolae from pristinity untlebirds
reclamatory expositure sceizesday
hole kitten kabootle pies the scruff
antennuber saddle stitched ettintyme

October 14, 2017

Cylander Nord

Insilcious freebitten hunkerd worrin
Duliah scavries hintern swyzka tarn
primmed themollet untwernt udica
enslavering attryringdom unzymes

August 11, 2017


Spriteful silences converge from afar toward the nearest here
when now and then a breeze's pouring forth exhales the bellows
of the buried ward. Columned parches of landfill stack farther up
the chimney flutes assembling in the hallways of stone to provide
a coherent pitch of mournful wails as tuned to the forking river
of timing's colossal gears. Dirt sings. Away over here my own ears
perk up to twitch at the faint reverberations emitted, and I swoon
against the buttering wind, gently articulating along the thermal
updrafts of a condescending storm. Weary and nervous, forced
to rise on my own two feet, I tread upon the worn planks nailed
to the earth behind my house in order to find the sanctity of being
swallowed into the inherited cavern of comfort awaiting inside.
These are dangerous times to remain outdoors. The walls and
floors curl over like a closing hand into which I must step,
as if I were intentionally climbing into my own coffin exactly
like I were preparing to enter the porcelain tub for a warm bath.
The torrential winds across these parched mountain ranges
now sound as if they are almost here despite being so far away.
I believe it to be the voices of the stars themselves urging us
all to find our solace in dreams while we sleep our fears off
before the coming of tongues of divine sympathy set to scour
every trace of our having been here off our curved surfacing.
When this chorus of angels sing together, their hymnal will
return rock to space, earth to wind, water to vapor, and blood
to the stars winking out one by one, each feeding off the other
until the silver filaments turn white as strands of wool pulled
out across a loom having woven our story into a new mountain.

July 23, 2017

Vrooszh Ufferingue

It heralded the keen sleek radiance of the palm of a grasping hand.
It fecunded outside in the alley and ended up defunct on the telly.
Neverbeforeseen handage careering across ectostations striating
in the slipperadammeragangstrum, manipulerwhipperastrating
heavistically uncradlehammered into the unfolding winkshine.