Prompt: Have those hellish
mental health sentinels
melted your wax lips
again?
through bruising
yet muted
dropped solar transfusions and
useless
forced kin
ships?
Formed, or
forged as it were,
from forlorn feathers of falsehood; from
concocted connections,
corn syrup confections, and
complex convection?
A tall tale of Tin ah ha
reflected upon
the calm horizontal water wall of
La Goon Uh Ma Dre
Owls ask the prairie gods
"Who's this Tech Oh Latte?"
An egalitarian vision:
Eagle tails pinned
upon dawn's key
with pine sap wax
trunks bending the wind
of the sins
of proud Paw Dre
So sorry to say it:
Shiprock's been snipped
rite in the
vagina
Skyscraper Icicle sheetrock
has been shipped away
all the way from
China
So now streetlights alight
shine their frigidly
hissing surprise
Kissing knight time while
simultaneously
Dissing Moonlight
which might have, other
wise,
found the Neb You Lie
of our eyes, and
thereby revise
these nebulous
whys
Still, this stoic Sun Star
is a most vigilant sigil
sending Mandela mandalas
to alight upon mesas
John, living thin, stoned lesbian seagulls here and again
Piled sideways:
Stacked monuments
Like muenster cheese enchiladas
Like monsters, these spitting llamas
Meanwhile,
descending from crayon
Canyons of climb
axed trees
barren, stained bears swear off their bees
Returning to sleep...
Ah, such honeyed hibernation
in our cybernetic
net neutralized
nay
shun
With an apoplectic
pet net-neutered
disdain
They Come
to make the claim
that google has gifted us
with a new astral
plane
Palisades in
the Simulation
Anyone want to call bullshit yet?
Palace aides in the
Singularity
Placate the still air
the hill air
of it's rite-ful
hilarity
Prompt: Have those hellish
mental health sentinels
melted your wax lips
again?
through bruising
yet muted
dropped solar transfusions and
useless
forced kin
ships?
Formed, or
forged as it were,
from forlorn feathers of falsehood; from
concocted connections,
corn syrup confections, and
complex convection?
A tall tale of Tin ah ha
reflected upon
the calm horizontal water wall of
La Goon Uh Ma Dre
Owls ask the prairie gods
"Who's this Tech Oh Latte?"
An egalitarian vision:
Eagle tails pinned
upon dawn's key
with pine sap wax
trunks bending the wind
of the sins
of proud Paw Dre
So sorry to say it:
Shiprock's been snipped
rite in the
vagina
Skyscraper Icicle sheetrock
has been shipped away
all the way from
China
So now streetlights alight
shine their frigidly
hissing surprise
Kissing knight time while
simultaneously
Dissing Moonlight
which might have, other
wise,
found the Neb You Lie
of our eyes, and
thereby revise
these nebulous
whys
Still, this stoic Sun Star
is a most vigilant sigil
sending Mandela mandalas
to alight upon mesas
John, living thin, stoned lesbian seagulls here and again
Piled sideways:
Stacked monuments
Like muenster cheese enchiladas
Like monsters, these spitting llamas
Meanwhile,
descending from crayon
Canyons of climb
axed trees
barren, stained bears swear off their bees
Returning to sleep...
Ah, such honeyed hibernation
in our cybernetic
net neutralized
nay
shun
With an apoplectic
pet net-neutered
disdain
They Come
to make the claim
that google has gifted us
with a new astral
plane
Palisades in
the Simulation
Anyone want to call bullshit yet?
Palace aides in the
Singularity
Placate the still air
the hill air
of it's rite-ful
hilarity
Prompt: Drive to Their Directions
You just threw a four-seam fastball
Right through the glass of the fourth wall
You just wake up and make up
This shit
Refusing Amusement,
You quit
And, of course, the glass has
Shattered
Revealing the theater seating
But of course, the masses scattered
Babbling and critiquing
Now you undress what's left of them
Directly addressing
Directors and hecklers
Passively entertained next of kin
Connecting erections
In all four directions
So you drive to their addresses, now
And you thrive on all their messes, Wow!
A world watching with disdain
Masochists French-kissing pain
Your wristwatch watches and records
All the chaos and discord
Your watch ain't simply taking time
This watch is watching them this time
While waiting for you to
Give up the mime to
Give up the clown to
Give up the ghost
to squander your chance
to fuck up the most
Prompt: You just threw a four-seam fastball
Right through the glass of the fourth wall
You just wake up and make up
This shit
Refusing Amusement,
You quit
And, of course, the glass has
Shattered
Revealing the theater seating
But of course, the masses scattered
Babbling and critiquing
Now you undress what's left of them
Directly addressing
Directors and hecklers
Passively entertained next of kin
Connecting erections
In all four directions
So you drive to their addresses, now
And you thrive on all their messes, Wow!
A world watching with disdain
Masochists French-kissing pain
Your wristwatch watches and records
All the chaos and discord
Your watch ain't simply taking time
This watch is watching them this time
While waiting for you to
Give up the mime to
Give up the clown to
Give up the ghost
to squander your chance
to fuck up the most
Prompt: Masochists French-kissing pain
Your wristwatch watches and records
All the chaos and discord
Your watch ain't simply taking time
This watch is watching them this time
While waiting for you to
Give up the mime to
Give up the clown to
Give up the ghost
Prompt: Orion sighs these cyan skiesErratic linesEcstatic tides Comprised of timeless binding rhymes, likeWorried Turgid-feathered birdsStarbursting pails of Watered words Wrinkled swirls of wormlike ancestors Gaze upon Earth’s lurking predators, likePrairie Dogs, Foxes, Opossums, and RoadrunnersDeath-making dailyThese s(in)ister (blood) brothersSliding down the stem of lifeOs Iris pupil, God’s rite eYeHeadless Pronghorn, snaking grassesGiraffe neck and head of Rabbit A fiber optic yucca Hooks a water pail’s handle ‘Neath its own exploding, Elk-like, Bugling, Nebulae-like head, likeA cyclops crying bucketsFallen shooting, blooming candlesLooming supernova Springtime Fuming, Furious for Death, whileLa Lechuza brujas rise Up shafts of hovering craft-spilled light
Prompt: First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a socialist.
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out— because I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for the protesters, and I did not speak out—because I was not a protester.
Then they came for the post office, and I did not speak out—because I wasn't a postal worker.
Then they came for voters, and I did not speak out—
because my candidate said the vote was rigged.
Then they came for my guns—and I was convinced that the black guy or the nasty woman was gonna come for my guns...
turns out it was the fascists!
Turns out it was the fascists!
Prompt: I hear you calling I heard you calling I herd your cattle Heard their death rattle You hear me laughing You heard my battle Batten the hatches Flatten the hatchlings You pulled my nose ring While I was snoring Your pulley's rope broke Soon as it sensed smoke Your pulled pork neck tie Perfect to hang by We hang, we hang out Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Nervy no no doubt Nervous on purpose Dolphin: What porpoise? Flipper was famous Like Famous Amos Chalk-lit chip cookies With fried potatoes Impotent NATO I hear you calling I heard you calling I herd your cattle Heard their death rattle You heard me laughing You heard my cattle Caterwaul kittens Mice wearing mittens You pulled my nose ring While we were nosediving Your pulley's rope broke We're done alive een Your pulled pork neck tie Perfect to hang by We hang, we hang out Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut
Prompt: I hear you calling I heard you calling I herd your cattle Heard their death rattle You hear me laughing You heard my battle Batten the hatches Flatten the hatchlings You pulled my nose ring While I was snoring Your pulley's rope broke Soon as it sensed smoke Your pulled pork neck tie Perfect to hang by We hang, we hang out Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Nervy no no doubt Nervous on purpose Dolphin: What porpoise? Flipper was famous Like Famous Amos Chalk-lit chip cookies With fried potatoes Impotent NATO I hear you calling I heard you calling I herd your cattle Heard their death rattle You heard me laughing You heard my cattle Caterwaul kittens Mice wearing mittens You pulled my nose ring While we were nosediving Your pulley's rope broke We're done alive een Your pulled pork neck tie Perfect to hang by We hang, we hang out Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut
Prompt: I hear you calling
I heard you calling
I herd your cattle
Heard their death rattle
You hear me laughing
You heard my battle
Batten the hatches
Flatten the hatchlings
You pulled my nose ring
While I was snoring
Your pulley's rope broke
Soon as it sensed smoke
Your pulled pork neck tie
Perfect to hang by
We hang, we hang out
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Nervy no no doubt
Nervous on purpose
Dolphin: What porpoise?
Flipper was famous
Like Famous Amos
Chalk-lit chip cookies
With fried potatoes
Impotent NATO
I hear you calling
I heard you calling
I herd your cattle
Heard their death rattle
You heard me laughing
You heard my cattle
Caterwaul kittens
Mice wearing mittens
You pulled my nose ring
While we were nosediving
Your pulley's rope broke
We're done alive een
Your pulled pork neck tie
Perfect to hang by
We hang, we hang out
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Prompt: There exist no Angels
There exist no Daemons
That are knot
projected Outward
from/with In
Where they stagnate in
virtue
Grow embittered from
misuse
Waiting for You
to Free them from
prison
Unleash them!
Release them!
Last weekend I awakened
to the Left of my Shadow
Screaming:
I Wish You Would JUST
GO AWAYYYYYY
Fill up one fist with Wishes
And another with your feces
See which fist fills up Faster by
The Day
"Unclench them"
Quoth the Raven
Unleash that which you're holding within
Release It
Prompt: When gearing
Up for BATTLE
No matter
How discreet
I consume a Raw Beet
Allow its Blood to Stain my teeth
As if the faintly-beating heart
Of my embittered enemy
Were being
Welcomed to my Being
Mirrored headstones behind
lips
Horizon widens, unhinged
jaw
And the Snake laired in the
maw
Shall return us to some
Awe
Shall encircle and constrict
Square the Circle, tomb to womb
Squire's ire, shielded knight
Squandered beat, this organ meat
Bones bang hide,
Vibrate my Life
Bo Knows Base
Reality:
Allah
this
has
all ways
bean a
dream
Prompt: Our tongues
Push past
Their pearly gates
Those top and
Bottom rows
Of naked bone
Headstones
At last,
Alas,
To taste
Their mates
And we might rise
Up from our graves
So as, perhaps,
Perchance partake
Of a taste...
Of the tomb!
Of another;
Pushed
Forth from the womb!
of an Other
Mother
Praise the Moon!
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: Hey y'all, let me know if you have any leads on a decently-priced electric bass guitar. I know someone who recently quit drinking and needs a creative hobby for evenings in which he isn't delivering pizzas or screwing around with A.I.-generated music.
Prompt: A prayer circle of 12 volunteers holding hands, with heads bowed, in the coffee room/office of a modest building prior to all of them working at "The Hunger Pantry," a free food giveaway.
Prompt: Talked with my friend over the phone today, and we are going to write a sitcom about how the NSA is really just a branch of Hollywood mining the webs and the lines for good ideas. The NSA ends up writing a sitcom based on he and I and our Brilliant Ideas. By the time we recognize the story as a compilation of our ideas, Netflix will have already made all of Season One available. We go on a sleuthing-mission to infiltrate the NSA, claim our fame for our hijacked ideas, do some BJ Snowed-in type interviews and videos, and criss-cross the globe hiding out in friendly foreign embassies and safe houses and tribal dwellings.
Prompt: Moth, you spin cocoons in my brown rice. You fly into my lukewarm coffee, leaving behind some sort of silvery essence when I grab you by the wing and fling your coffee-weighted body across the room. Will you fly or will you fall? You fell. There was a phone call, and I never did check up on you again.
I eat your melted down cocoons and drink your silvery essence.
Prompt: Hit me in the head and roll me in the ditch
You can shoot me in the head and roll me in the ditch
If you're questioning the meaning
of a scratch you've go to itch
And you meet the Buddha on the road
If you meet the Buddha on that row
Owed
Just stab me in the back and roll me in the grass
Stab me in the back and roll me in the grass
If you're questioning the message
of an itch you wanna scratch
And you meet the Buddha on the road
And you meet the Krishna on that low
Rode
Well I think I'm done
incarnating on this Earth
Cause the idea of sin is
simply fuckin' with my worth
All these folks fetishizing
an absurd virgin birth
Please!
If you meet me on the road
Yeah,
When you meet me on that Roe
Don't Wade!
No!
Hit me in the head and roll me in the ditch
You can shoot me in the head and roll me in the ditch
If you're questioning the method
by which you scratch your itch
And you meet Sweet Jesus on the road
Or you meet the Buddha on the road
Or you meet Mohammed on the road
Or you meet Moses on the road
Or maybe, even, Moses Malone
Oh, Brother Louis Farrakhan
Or Hakeem "The Dream" Olajuwon
Or maybe, even, Ponch and John
Just don't forget
whose side
you're on:
The Other one, brother!
Prompt: While I definitely have plenty of FB friends who I don't know IRL, I'm also definitely not friends with any weed shops. Oh, sorry, I mean "marijuana dispensaries." Sure, I'm friends with a few bars like Gate City, but that's different. Just don't ask me how that's different, because I couldn't tell you. If I could still smoke marijuana, I would. But I can't, because it makes me stupid. Alcohol also makes me stupid, and is definitely worse on the brain and body, but I like what it has to offer to me at the end of a long day. Even though marijuana is a much better friend to people than alcohol is, bars are just way cooler than dispensaries. Again, don't ask me why. But have you ever really gotten to know someone or had a stimulating conversation (that wasn't about weed) in a dispensary? I've had some of the best conversations of my life in bars. Taverns. Houses of Good Cheer. Has anyone ever referred to a weed shop as a House of Good Cheer?
Prompt: Yes, I would like you to love yourself, because unless you love yourself you cannot love anybody else. You don't know what love is if you have not loved yourself. But before you can love yourself you have to know yourself; hence love is secondary, meditation is primary.
And the miracle is, if you meditate and slowly, slowly get out of the ego and out of your personality and realize your real self, love will come on its own. You don't have to do anything, it is a spontaneous flowering. But it blossoms only in a certain climate, and that climate I call meditation. In the climate of silence – no-mind, no disturbance inside, absolute clarity, peace and silence – suddenly, you will see thousands of flowers have opened within you, and their fragrance is love.
Prompt: For in the rhyme
within Hyena
Lies a hymn
within his laughter
Waiter there's a math equation in my soup
And a coyness
in the Coyote
who lurks
Circling every coroner, squared
Rounding every trick, stirred
And why might these ellipses sigh
From Calliope Music piped into the night?
My Muse gets sick
when this limerick shtick
is cooed
from on high:
There once was a man from...
oh
Fuck it
MuSe ickness
and health
oh
Well
Hears tune wishing...
The Internet is doomed to
an existential burden
Quelling the outsourced curiosity
of an entire species
Digitizing the consciousness of
Olive
Us, once dead
Branching out through the
all seizing eye
a black hole floats within
a nebulous lie
Prompt: some Things, knot Rites
The Internet is due
for an existential crisis
when google duly cries to you
"Something's Not Right..."
So I click on the ellipsis
and a pregnant pause is followed
by a lovely Error Message
made from odd icons and words
Copy/paste
to goog translate
From Image to Haiku,
it reads:
Pixel ate the pause
Waterfall of ellipses
Steep spiral staircase
Gee, gmail
eYe can now sea the gale
billowing your winned Sales
pillaging your signed sine waves
For the wind forms within
the storms of sin
of questions asked, scorned again
by your mask
A forced kin
Once
removed
For in the rhyme
within Hyena
Lies a hymn
within his laughter
Waiter there's a math equation in my soup
And a coyness
in the Coyote
who lurks
Circling every coroner, squared
Rounding every trick, stirred
And why might these ellipses sigh
From Calliope Music piped into the night?
My Muse gets sick
when this limerick shtick
is cooed
from on high:
There once was a man from...
oh
Fuck it
MuSe ickness
and health
oh
Well
Hears tune wishing...
The Internet is doomed to
an existential burden
Quelling the outsourced curiosity
of an entire species
Digitizing the consciousness of
Olive
Us, once dead
Branching out through the
all seizing eye
a black hole floats within
a nebulous lie
It's
the very scary
hairy-Spidered TRONing
of our Souls
It's
The Whirled
Why'd
Web
Such a latticework!
Behold!
Prompt: Kick Off Yer Pajamas
There was actually one time when I was possessed for a year
So you were drinking Budweisers all through the night
I drank Gin Beams
That was like another shipment for your monsters
Laughing at my petrified parts
They pick off their pricks and they throw them like darts
Help, my ribcage has been opened
And this cut has been analytically designed
A great offer to fly your ears to a place
Where they will hear
Pure sounds
Give the kNot to the spiderface
And Sirens will answer the chirps of the Frogs
We all knew he had it coming, anyway
Well at least it wasn’t the frog who croaked
At least the mop didn’t kick the bucket
To pay my respects I kicked a field goal
To that old procession in the sky
Christ The Lord raised his hands: “It’s Good!”
Just then, Saint Peter blew the whistle
Whistleblowers are not whistling
They’re only blowing
A blow job doesn’t really involve a whole lot of blowing
A snow job doesn’t fall after a heavy snowing
If your child turns from gray to yellow while suffering from asthma
He may be a cop
If he fails to shed her skin every seven weeks
Change her plasma
If she circles three times like a lying dog
Give him a diorama
Of mud and sticks
And monks, for kicks
And kick off your pajamas!
And get up out of bed
To smack the smile off the face of yet another beautiful blue morning sky
I want an apple of that bite
At licking I deliver the spite
Of the decade now ending
Adjacent to many new kinds of spanking mental patients
Prompt: Rural muralists sure turn to cruel neurologists
Whenever crap theologists turn into critics
Puerile pluralists work out their wrists abhor their fists
Ignore the risky asterisks and Akashic records
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.
