
1.23.2021
Castscatterwing

1.18.2021
Double Dirty Chai
by Shaun Lawton
"There was not a party," insisted the barista.
"There wasn't anything going on, really."
We turned around and left.
"That was a beat scene," she said.
"We sure could use some coffee," I replied.
"You cannot be poisoned without an ID," she lied.
We are plugged into the system, I thought.
Linked in with a microchip. So we turned and went back.
We stood in line and got scanned in with extra credit.
"Don't back down," she whispered to me.
"Or you're never going to get it." We ordered
a couple of Double dirty chais instead
using nothing but the field in our head.
I didn't know what to say at all,
just glad I'd set up a Pay Pal.
Ever since I began to date her
I'd wait to check the tab in my inbox later
Ever since transactions went neural interface
It really helped to free us to meet again, face to face

1.11.2019
timeMaster, timeMaster

descr. of the comet Rosetta /67P
timeMaker, timeTaker
[listening to free salamander exhibit undestroyed
on the 45RPM 2LP vinyl released recently]
the Rosetta Comet remains my favorite
case of pareidolia--writ large. Now that I've mapped
just about all of the hyperlit surface in my mind
to its corresponding points, I can dedicate
a more in-depth examination
of the mountainous terrain
of melded plateaux toward
cheekily pointing out
'the bridge of tongues'
for example (extruding out
from under the shadow beneath
the left cheekbone) could possibly be
the landing stone to an eroded stairwell
lashing up through the nose to the final
three steps of the eyelid--beyond which
lies the uppermost ledge of sculptured hair
This titanic Promethean bust tumbles
through our system on its own gravitational course
projected on a pathway that has intersected with our own
while we're ever probing farther from our home planet
with jet fuel propelled space probes we reach out to
draw tight a wire loop about the targets, examine them
and even land remote mini spacecraft like the Philae
whose trajectories course arrive plotted
to land upon the topmost cratered area
comprising the right rearmost spot
on top of the chimerical skull
depicted below:

1.07.2019
Swamp Poem
I'm an extremophile thriving in a toxic valley with a withered soul
Only replenished by poetry, art and music of unhinged expression.
I am grateful to the fungal network of mycelium that created us.
I worship the ocean's flesh and I howl toward the blood of the wind.
The snowflake remains one link in my armor woven into a blizzard
Of pure retribution set to erase religious and political institutions.
I am a complicated time bomb ticking away until comes the day
I go off in an ever-softening acceptance of universal love, because
When push comes to shove there's not even a contest betrayed
Since hatred's really just die hard love dressed in purest black.
We can't hide all the colors bursting from our Rainbow Eyes.
Let's take a deeper look inside so we can each see our reflections
As the opposite of whatever hollow idols may be the target
of our genuflections. The chaos we praise now will transmute into
The order of fallen rubble left to be polished by the tempest of time.
We evolved from nematodes and will sink back into slime.
11.12.2017
Character Rhythms
Samshasa mana mana Samshasa mana mana
Doomdukuh toodle Leedoo doomdukuh thud
Doomdukuh toodle Leedoo doomdukuh thump
