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.  

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