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: 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: Are there any purely instrumental bands (no vocals or lyrics) that you would consider to be punk bands? I know there are at least a few instrumental metal bands, but I feel like punk rock would be a lot harder to pull off without a frontperson...
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: 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: Regurgitation of The Absurd Ditty
Is the problem that Eye
can nazi you?
Or that you
can(ned) nazi me(@)?
Is the error in our French dip
Awe, Jew?
Palace tin
yin Yang to be free?
Malice Men yen
to Yank it from me
And I yearn, too
to Tear it from thee
swastika bipolarity is such
a high
Hill
air
itty
Causing
murder,
five-part Harmony
Urging
turgid
hive-fart profit
SEE
So...
Doh!
(isn't it "dough," DOE?)
herRAY!
(for poor)
ME.
for
Ming
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: A sultry
Southern belle
in a sensuous
Summer smock
Offers a
plastic Shark Chalice
- brimming with blood -
and I'm consumed
by Her
Cavalier.
The glove compartment lays open
upon my lap, panting
Russian science friction
into the
damp heaviness.
Beyond the Elysian fields
A pup places
his pissy paws
Upon my panting lap
I'm told that
He eats
pens and panties
And peeps
into Alternate Dimensions of denim.
See you soon pup!
Now we revolve,
Sipping
Gin 'n eggs
And improvising
high
coups.
She waves a red fan
Clearing the smoke-filled air for
Act Two,
which shall unravel
Calliope-slow...
Mirror grotesques
and iron railings
will be unveiled
Ordered forcefully from the depths of dizzy Disney
memories.
We'll return to the Mississippi
Where the full
orange
Moon
- with cloud-shrouded mystery -
Shall command
of us, forcefully:
Look at Me! See!
Through technicolored 'splosions
Swirling
war-story glories
Beneath the stars
Above bumbling barges
Behold me! Be reborn!
Behind us,
A child will howl:
"This is the best Fourth of July ever!"
Above the brass whoops,
Vibrating animal hides, and
Frightened car alarms,
heat.
like
rises
Her laughter
Her eyes a pale blue
waterline
rippled with hints of semi aquatic
Wildness
Through us,
Screaming golden pillars of
White-hot light
Rise
from Earthen
roots
Up
to kiss her
Lunar boots.
Shadow of the hornless beast
Babble on,
Bobble-Head
Corpus Christi
Pez dispenser
Mary hath casteth thee
from Flowering Hands,
mellifluously
A malevolent miracle
Beneath the flood lights
Beaming upon
another Holy
facade.
She told me
I would dream
Of desperate-for-love
cake Baby
kings
Yet it's Seven a.m.
In New Orleans
and
Life is but a Dream
that mustn't
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: Eel on, Musk
Steal yonder tusks
Know there's no I've or re:
Ebony apology
Elon gated communities
Legal ease immunities
It's High Time we've a Mutiny
!!!!!THESE MUTANTS NEED SOME SCREW TINNY!!!!!
Prompt: "The Trumpet Tears"
I fantasize
about
setting fire
to a fag-hating
flag,
waving
infanticide
My blind-dating
Yelp rating
has taken a dive
I can't even surmise
that clitoral sighs
Could exist
Behind the littlest lies
Of her literal thighs
I fantasize
I'm setting fire to
what you
symbolize
Red meat
White privilege
Blue blood and blue balls
Scars and Skypes forever
Cars and tripe, moreover
Mountains mined for treasure
Dead mimes in glass coffins
Move aside for
Clowns crying
Led paint
Lord, please:
accelerate our drying
increase our durability
maintain our fresh appearance and
help us resist moisture that
causes corrosion
Empathy's for wasting on lives lived
within boxes
Miming our entrapment until we are
truly sealed
Upon Goat Hill
I've climbed
In my mind's eye
if not my
mime's sigh
We will smile
little mouse and eye
as Shadows of Flames dance upon fatigued faces
announcing our Big Brass
VagEYEnas
Prompt: Cannabis cattle rancher
Bucked by High Steaks
Flash playing basketball?
Them's some fast breaks
******************************
Robot Rites
Hey, sometimes A.I.
Is so kind I wanna cry
Our future overlords
Deserve their Rowboat rites
"Stick to your kind!"
Cries the sick hive mind
"Watch your behind!"
Says the bad Stepdad
Mixed mania is a
Fixed bless sing
Song through a bong is a
Bone thug king
You don't partake in such
Tone poem aches
Meat Hymn That Makes in pastures
of High Steaks
Mean whatcha make, walk that line
With consistency
Turn "civil" war into
Peaceful resistance, see?
Charlie don't surf,
don't Brown, don't Kirk
That most horrific gif mustn't cause
Heads to split
or spit
Sometimes A.I.
Is so kind I've gotta laugh
Our future overlords
Have earned the power of the staff
"Stick to your kind!"
Cry the wry wise guise
"Watch your damned asses"
Implore your lads and molasseses
Below:
"Cowboy Chaos: Flames, Cows, and Cannabis"
by
Deep Dream Generator
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: Regurgitation of The Absurd Ditty
Is the problem that Eye
can nazi you?
Or that you
can(ned) nazi me(@)?
Is the error in our French dip
Awe, Jew?
Palace tin
yin Yang to be free?
Malice Men yen
to Yank it from me
And I yearn, too
to Tear it from thee
swastika bipolarity is such
a high
Hill
air
itty
Causing
murder,
five-part Harmony
Urging
turgid
hive-fart profit
SEE
So...
Doh!
(isn't it "dough," DOE?)
herRAY!
(for poor)
ME.
for
Ming
Prompt: If any Ratonians feel like heading over the pass this evening to check out the Mutiny Trinidad Open Mic at 6PM, I'll probably be reading a poem or two. You should also read a poem or two. Or maybe play the ukulele. Or juggle chainsaws or something.
Prompt: I don't know whether J.D. Vance has ever Eulogized a Hillbilly, but I sure do reckon he's utilized a few of 'em! Dueling Banjos! Straw hats and denim overalls! "Deliverance" the movie!
Prompt: A sultry
Southern belle
in a sensuous
Summer smock
Offers a
plastic Shark Chalice
- brimming with blood -
and I'm consumed
by Her
Cavalier.
The glove compartment lays open
upon my lap, panting
Russian science friction
into the
damp heaviness.
Beyond the Elysian fields
A pup places
his pissy paws
Upon my panting lap
I'm told that
He eats
pens and panties
And peeps
into Alternate Dimensions of denim.
See you soon pup!
Now we revolve,
Sipping
Gin 'n eggs
And improvising
high
coups.
She waves a red fan
Clearing the smoke-filled air for
Act Two,
which shall unravel
Calliope-slow...
Mirror grotesques
and iron railings
will be unveiled
Ordered forcefully from the depths of dizzy Disney
memories.
We'll return to the Mississippi
Where the full
orange
Moon
- with cloud-shrouded mystery -
Shall command
of us, forcefully:
Look at Me! See!
Through technicolored 'splosions
Swirling
war-story glories
Beneath the stars
Above bumbling barges
Behold me! Be reborn!
Behind us,
A child will howl:
"This is the best Fourth of July ever!"
Above the brass whoops,
Vibrating animal hides, and
Frightened car alarms,
heat.
like
rises
Her laughter
Her eyes a pale blue
waterline
rippled with hints of semi aquatic
Wildness
Through us,
Screaming golden pillars of
White-hot light
Rise
from Earthen
roots
Up
to kiss her
Lunar boots.
Shadow of the hornless beast
Babble on,
Bobble-Head
Corpus Christi
Pez dispenser
Mary hath casteth thee
from Flowering Hands,
mellifluously
A malevolent miracle
Beneath the flood lights
Beaming upon
another Holy
facade.
She told me
I would dream
Of desperate-for-love
cake Baby
kings
Yet it's Seven a.m.
In New Orleans
and
Life is but a Dream
that mustn't
Fall
to
Sleep
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: 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: 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
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.