Prompt: Baby Boxer Funeral Fan (2018?)
"What's an 'antique vintage baby boxer funeral fan?'"
Is the best question I've been asked today.
Obviously I have no clue, although it sounds kind of like a Tom Waits lyric.
Antique
Vintage
Baby boxer
Funeral fan
Antique
Vintage
Baby boxer
Funeral fan
Antique
Vintage
Baby boxer
Funeral fan
Antique
Vintage
Baby boxer
Funeral fan
Prompt: tOwaRds PerSighval's Cliff's-eYed,
Noctural,
Internal,
All-Dust Huxtable
doctoral DoORs"
(being a Gerry-at-Trick,
Van sent,
Jeremiad
containing
A Very Spacial High Coo Epi Sewed
wI.T.hIN)
OR
"@BeneATh MeYe AvAtari's
cElLF-M(e)Y(e)THall{{-slASH-M(e)Y(e)call}}lodge jickle Safari
Can o' pee"
...
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vIa eYe -
oNe sin(g) gull AvaTar of
dOUble-cOiling Sentience
S(c)e(n)t to veSSel,
sOarIng snaKingly, oVer and
amongst a hArbor
of billions;
riding in a latter-day-
Atari-like,
Can o' peed,
online,
fore WhEELed
third di(e) drive -
S(c)ent eYe ants
I.T.self
Updated 1 of IT's
bilLions of
statUSes
In the fORm of a refer ants
(upon the beseechingly bestial beaches
shorely lining
the Meta-Avatar Prof. Isle
of thIS pARTicular AvaTaR of Scent chi ants)
to the Floor Daily
of a Nawlins Brad Funk Part tea
hinting @the.fAct.tHat
in a knot her 2 yEars
eYe'd feYend meyeCellf leYeVeYeNg in that
fAir Mark Ng-Byrd
of a City
a place eYe'd prevIoU(s)Sly
only sPent a couple
dazed as
a half of
a
High coupLe hiding
highly-cooed Haiku of haze
coup d'etat of days -
TowArds the End of that
passed sCentury
priest-ceding tHis
pre-sent oNe
(wHere tHose of fUSs
currently of age to legally
purChase alcoHoliC bEVErages with currency
dwelt for a
spell) -
fOr rOughly fOur mOnths
leAd(d)ing Up to an End-
of-
Fall leaving
A Greyhound Race
to You Stun
wHere a tHen-stunk'n'droner
of an amateur diStance rUNner
sum how pLaced
fore thin
The End of The World
Marathon
(okay, there were prolly less than 100 participants, and clearly no elite athletes had shown up for this non-Boston Marathon-Qualifier)
on That Fateful Day
That Quetzalcoatl jilted our Mother
fAiling to pLay
Our snakingly soaring Destroyer
And so it was written
in the annals
of a small town
known as Humble
Apparently
Texas steaks
U.$. Mall clAim to
HumeIllity
Yet when will Texas
finally
Stop fuckin' around
and succeed at seceding?
Pick up the Frank 'ol Phone and call
them French cheese in Quebec
An Autonomous Quebexas
Flies the most free freak flag yet!
(See Researchers note: Québécois or Quebecers?) For purposes of convenience in this article, Francophone residents of Quebec are generally referred to as Québécois, while all residents of the province are called Quebecers
Prompt: My Lady derives
Delight
From driving late
at Night
Up mesas sprouting
Churches
We can't see
Without a moon
Past spotted fauns
Grazing on
grasses
Towards a lake landing
in June
Slightly stoned as we
Skip stones
Upon a mirror in
the Night
Ripples radiate
From pin prick light
Nary a flag
in Sight
And while I watch
the Road
My Lay dee tells
me Jokes
Jocular "That's what she said's"
With a nod
to Michael Scott
"That's what they called me
back in high school"
Is another
used a lot
Slightly less stoned
As we drive home
Black river rising
From the ditch
Dimples rise 'neath
Hazel eyes
And I'm alive
Inside her
Sights
This memory is ours
a
loan
Time once was
One could cradle
a
phone
These few moments of our
love story
I'd wish to transcend time
Even though
I know
They won't
Prompt: Lady I like dat assonance
Con sonnets
Blue ball knits
Shady face-likes, passive egrets
Alba Tross
Hangman's knot
Elation fades, yet no regrets
Suffering is the means
Better get found here in this dream
Knot on screens
Buffering
Prompt: Acid Addicts in Your Attic
You've got acerbic
Acid Addicts
In your attic
They are Hasidic
And quite erratic
Torah muscle
Talmud wrestling
You've got replacements
For striking mailmen
Down in your basement
And they're adjacent
To the debasement
Of boy scout masters
And Alabaster
Altered boys
So:
What do you need?
To Break
What do you speak?
Hebraic
What do you bleed?
Mistakes
Feeding your seed
To Snakes
Coiling 'round
Muffin tops
Mushroom blooms
Under rocks
Runnin' down
Traffic cops
Shaking up
Soda pops
You've got encasements
Asthmatic bed bugs
Dust mighty throw rugs
Down in your basement
And they're adjacent
To the debasement
Ghastly Claymation
Stories of
Islander toys
And these acerbic
Bad Acid Addicts
Won't leave your attic
They are elastic
And quite erratic
Posing eclectic
Bodies electric
So:
What do you need?
To Break
What do you speak?
Hebraic
What do you bleed?
Mistakes
Feeding your seed
To Snakes
Coiling 'round
Muffin tops
Mushroom blooms
Under rocks
Runnin' down
Traffic cops
Shaking up
Soda pops
So:
What do you need?
To Break
What do you need?
To Break
What do you need?
To Break
What do you need?
To Break
What do you bleed?
Mistakes
Feeding your seed
To Snakes
What do you need?
To Break
What do you need?
To Break
Prompt: Abe Sees
Yo,
I learned my A B C's
down in Albuquerque
from a D E F (Def!) G
so hard of hearing
H I J K Hawaii
Are you kidding with me?
L M N O P
Elements appeased
Wherever metal tears flesh
Q
R
S
You get so dang curious
Drinking Tea with your V-rays
I'll take a double-used Ex
Wizened as you are
Once we start
drinking the bars
We'll soon be
blinking dead stars
From Lincoln log cars
on Mars
Prompt: While social norms prevented me from expressing this to any of our nearby revelers, Medieval Times Dinner and Tournament seemed to share much in common with our current American/Geopolitical environment.
Seemingly at random, we were assigned a flag and a card upon entry that told us which knight to whom we would be pledging our allegiance. My party was assigned a red card and red flag to proudly wave. We were also told to root against the green knight and those in his cheering section who were waving green flags in support of his victory. Furthermore, our King and Queen told us we weren't to trust the green knight or his supporters. When the red and green knights ended up being the last two engaged in battle, us and our fellow Reds were all chanting "Red Knight! Red Knight!" and gleefully rooting for the obliteration of the green knight. Why? Because, like I said, this is what we were instructed to do. Clearly, the fate of all that is good and decent depended upon it.
Yes, it was much like politics (or wrestling... or futbol americano) and the bloodlust that accompanies it. We could have just as easily been arbitrarily assigned to root for the green knight to obliterate the red knight.
God save the King and Queen!
Prompt: If you haven't read any of my recent posts on the matter, Yes, I bounced early from rehab, holed up for four days in an ABQ motel for a Glorious Final Bender, then jumped in an uber to the train station and jumped on a train to Los Angeles to move back in with my parents in Torrance, CA. I'm two-and-a-half months sober and have gained like 25 pounds on account of a strict diet of burgers, SoCal-style Mexican food, french fries, and all manner of ice cream.
To paraphrase George Costanza, "Hi, my name is Jeff. I'm unemployed and car-less and I live with my parents." It's cool, though, 'cuz I'm plotting my sudden ascent at 50 years old into Professional Poetry Peddler.
Prompt: I think the Melania film would have been more successful had Werner Herzog directed it and Faye Dunaway had played her. Also, Merzbow should have done the soundtrack.
Prompt: I don't expect to return to Raton until sometime in the Summer or Fall. But when I'm back, I'd like to start a Narcotics Anonymous group. We already have an AA group in town, but if there's an NA group I don't know about it. If you'd like to get such a group started in advance of my return to Raton, feel free to do so!
Prompt: Guilloteenager Of The Year. An Old Wild West wooden Hangman platform with scaffolding and stairs looms above a proud looking teenage boy who smiles broadly while carrying a bouquet of flowers while wearing a tiara and sash over his suit jacket with letters on it reading "Guilloteenager Of The Year."
Prompt: Kali, the 8-armed, severed head-carrying Hindu Goddess of Destruction waits in a long line at the supermarket, looking bored and distracted as she is surrounded by arguing kids and Moms and Dads and weird uncles.
Prompt: A monk is engulfed in flames, wearing an orange robe and sitting cross-legged performing meditation on a blue mat, in the middle of a parking lot, with cars, trucks, and SUVs parked around. In the background a large truck is engulfed in flames and billowing thick, black smoke into the air. The monk is bald, his eyes closed, and his hands are open with palms facing upwards resting on his knees. The sky is bright blue and clear around the smoke. The monk also wears a gray sneakers.
Prompt: A Buddhist Monk sits in lotus pose among cars and pick ups trucks in the parking lot of a Walmart. He is meditating silently and without a muscle moving and he is engulfed in furious flames.
Prompt: 50 days sober tomorrow, y'all. You'd hardly recognize me. My complexion is clear. I don't look like a person turning 50 in seven weeks. Today I'm 49 days sober at age 49, and I don't look a day over 55.
Prompt: "My Icarus Friend"
My friend left today
For blessed Ukraine
Nothing left to live for
For Usefulness he'd die
Wife and kid dead sixteen years now
Sister's dead to him while alive
We spent some time on exercise bikes
Hitting our vape pens, sharing our likes
I told him he could be a
Character Actor
I'd imagine the film version of shared moments
Thought bubbles emerging from the head
Of my character
Model Mom, forceful father
More like a roommate or maybe a brother
The scar on his forehead said
there was more to the story
Like a blackened bruise on a piece of fruit
Destined for the trash
Fifty Five years old
Still a warrior
My mother's coming out in me
Still a worrier
Maybe he'll do paperwork
Maybe he'll die on the front lines
It's not for me to judge
But I'll miss him like one of mine
My heart pumps red ambivalence
My brain's antennae whines
My heart just wants a beer
Don't have the stomach for red wine
Scott "King" James was his name,
All due respect, my man
Scott James you're remembered
By the ledger by the land
Prompt: It's late Fall HERE&NOWinRATON,NM, and the heat isn't working at the lovely Isabel Castillo Performance Arts & Events Center. So dress warm (Ugly Sweater?) and Bring Your Own Whatever. The event is free, but bring some cash because some of these local Ratonian and Trinidadian Poets might have books of their poetry to sell. So far confirmed is Trinidad poet Darek Thomas and Raton poets Padma THRO(W)NeLiAr(sic) & Jeff McLean (aka Your New Favorite Poet, who will also be MCing/DJing the event and performing with James Cordova in the debut of their brand spanking new band CONDITIONAL DADDY LOVE). Contact Jeff if you'd like to read poetry, do some Stand Up Comedy, sing some songs, perform with your band, juggle chainsaw sculptures, or Mime a Rock Opera. There *MAY* be time for some Open Mic Whateverness, depending on CIRCUMSTANCES OF THE SIMULATED REALITY WITHIN WHICH WE ABIDE
Prompt: Black Fridays Matter Black Lives Matter Black Friday Sales Riot at the Walmart People fighting over boxer briefs and home appliances and video game systems
Prompt: Dementia is just going ahead and opening the door to the bathroom and walking inside and turning to talk to the man sitting upon the toilet, mid -poop, who had - moments ago, when you knocked - told you that THIS is exactly what you would encounter if you walked into this bathroom. But, yes, I understand that you need to know what this "paper" you are holding (the TV remote control) can do to help "these kitties" (there is one cat here) get you some food. And, yes Miss Jeannie, I promise to help you with that just as soon as I get the opportunity to wipe my butt, flush the toilet, and wash my hands...
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
