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 seventeen to the Scribblenaught.) Winsome tale. Luzum mind. Secrum wintard. Dish and find.

March 2, 2005


...There was A book A life A stolen wife
A seed A disease Some nectar
A crook a knife a stab of strife
You bleed from a slice in your neck, sir

You're hooked the knife was stain'd w/tripe
I believe you'll suffer infection
A rare malady where your flesh turns to cheese
and you no longer get an erection,

there was a book! A life!, etc.


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prou draidn dour unden craive
swaiete entrious greoun hinter
staver into widder shuntin
stikkun sprouters claren huosen
troyden suffrin toadsy surien
carfully hasten rivin ladir
intranse un vestige dayeder