Large monuments, people on drugs

large monuments

people on drugs

laughing and drinking 

at work

cries are dim

cries from within

are dim

the same needy creatures 

need as much

want as much

as before

looting

degradation

of monuments

miracles 

are withheld

looted 

down to the foundations

we have applications

disconfidence

plentitude

panic

a monk

who might have immolated

walks instead 

on a plane

a spy

a gang

looting from within

cries are contained

laughter

derision

intoxication

natural death

some creatures thrive

others fertilize

the firmament

the core

the reason

the ancestors

all looted

by Missy

Creative Thesis Option, p. 6

what

I looked toward the heavens and asked what

I looked inside at my conscience and asked what

Aloud, I asked the room, which was empty, what

La Chama-la
Fragment: Days of Destruction Address

Strings with knots

like a puppet's hands if the strings had knots

to open up is can't, not to not want

these unwelcome growths mark time and effort

thus stories have been told by peoples not

wanting to forget but in recording find

that media as memory is more vulnerable 

than a memory that has built its capillary 

knots cranial cathedrals dying kings

there are the last knots ending in fringe

there are hair knots ironically created

when attempting to impose order on

the sort of chaos that guarantees a knot

you can roll a knot on the tip of your

finger with some spit, a knot that can

hold the entire construction in place

by Missy
Table IV: Free Verse
MPS Gifted Fair

Days of Destruction

 

Own-brain dialogics

I was waiting in the garden for Mkidza Mlaf, mistress of the dance, and I happened to notice a fleke walking his hybrid in from another neighborhood, a mini-K male like the ones I've been seeing off leash in Jansdaad Park lately. Well, I decided, it won't be for long. That K is gonna end up in a shelter on a kill list and that fleke is going to be in prison prolly before that. 

Then of course I had to take myself aback, listen to what I was saying with a critical ear. And doing this, I felt ashamed.

Then I started plotting out how to call the MPS on the flekes while they are still there, in Jansdaad Park, with their K's off leash, without them being able to guess that it was me who called. 

Then I began to wonder how long it's been since a Jan was ever even present at Jan Jansdaad Park, maybe not even since the ground breaking way back before The Crack got opened. For years it's just been gypsies and now that the gypsies have been driven out or terrified to go outside, the flekes are filling the vacuum. 

The Ks have even more right historically to be free on this surface. Letting them off leash is a symbolic act aimed at the rest of us and probably lost entirely on the pathetic "reimagining" of the former kings of the planet. They glop around on rubbery feet, and their once mighty wings are token bone and skin flaps that only create eruptions in the sweat glands beneath them. Mini-K males feel permanently ready for a fight, but they don't know why. Of course their teeth can still tear flesh, and their tongues can pin down a varmint even if it appears a spear's length behind them.

I've ended up taking no action at all. I'm glad I've discovered the power of own-brain dialogics. 

by Tom

sunhole P97b

when they bring me out among the trees

my instincts bubble over and I'll scream

at the critters who live in the hollow knobs

by Lager

Physician's Notes: Metacognineuralpsychescantissueread

Missy: Cascading pubescent female, multi-special 

Suspected but never before recorded: 

Patient's brain attempting to halt processes of other parts of same own brain

Bio-dialogic processes using symbols and sounds of host's own language that actively change cell production, synapse strength and number, direction and intensity of cerebral blood flow

Who is taking the various sides of these arguments, and how do they win or lose? Do they attempt to come to a consensus/ compromise, or is brute force a deciding factor?

Example language within and between brain parts detected and decoded: 

stop...stop or i won't stop singing...you were tripping...look around

Physician's Notes
Metacognineuralpsychescantissueread
MPS
Dr. Donna Thong, Licenciature Pending

floating skull

floating skull

you've finally broken free

but can no longer turn your head

you call it surrender

this black mist is survivable

and not only because you're

dead, floating skull

there is a breeze

no one excepting a mother 

recognizes you without 

skin, a body, wisecracks

but i see you there

by Missy

slug shaped ship

 

house fire

 

brass mirrors ferns marble

for fifteen years i dissociated into a blog

it had to be worse than just going wrong

for me to see what's been all along

i realize now i could not fictionalize

these organic singularities i now prize

i say what happened and don't apologize

two silly boys making funny poses 

every noon they sleep on roses

snoring gently through their noses

too young to recall the destruction

the chaos and societal obliteration 

after the Crash of the K-5000

Salso Flamble

 

tiny wind bell

tiny wind bell

bought in Bangkok

welcome the spring

these winds bring buds

by Jan