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.

October 13, 2007


I fill my eyes
to the rim
drinking this
all in,

reeling it in,
the horizon, letting

go on a carousel
head tilted back
eyes shut wide
night drops

replacing the film
with dreams star-
projected through
each one of our bright
eyes wrung clear.  

October 3, 2007

1stamb: instrumental miX

from beneath a slow
heaving murk and
over fire island
a coronation of
memories echoed
back to their
in dark trees
whispering tendrils
against the surface
tension contacting
the big ship out
above all the
little fishes
flitted through
translucent darks
of shift flexing
halo flashes revealing
sombre reptiles resting
recharging to charge
and sting any
spirits drifting
through the becalmed
waters of Zawinul/Lava,
thanks to Brian