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.

April 26, 2013


For another certain pea shot trounced
could the mother of another ounce
be stimulated on a pleasant scene
for the barren empty cakewalk dream
because a tiny person in day walks
couldn't richard their potential quarks.

In a manner of another do you
see the simple ins of grain furrowing
in slipping funnels of pulled down gravity
entrenched in love; what are any of us in the
trick of this pullet supposed to wanna bet if the sun
won't make it to the curb yet, and how are the shades
going to make themselves heard if they're outbid by a word?

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