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.

June 26, 2011


When each one shouts
from his dominion

the plexiglass warps
and stars between them.

This is what you see of
another's reality,

a clouded blur
a faceplate webbed opaque.

Togetherness as transient
and fleeting at best,

solitude forever sealed within
and taken to the depths of oblivion.

A guy shouts "see you later"
from the street.