iconoclasm of the glacial
Poetry reversal game played on May 15th, 2019
Daylight departs from an unchosen wall
Black holes end your tomb’s immobility, a curse
of fractured gifts, the rind
of a regimented chaos. My shadow hides your bare baroque throats
acids in quatreform quiet, ruined
numbness
to the fossil outside its soul. Two true smooth faces’
emptiness which eternity won’t offer, the crumpling muffler of
the un-world’s rim and drastic preservation.
The muffler fossilizes their arbitrary anchor.
(Steve Morrison)
morning is disturbed under a random window
black hole darkness and its testicle stillness, a desecration
of a flawed recovery, the crust
of a designated disorder. you hide your adorned belt
of solids outside a linear stillness, remain
insensibility
for the tree outside the line. many wigs are the soft
singularity of space doesn’t inquire of the cocooning voice
the poles of celestial and almost intense unchanging
the voice digs up during its superfluous motionlessness
(Casi Cline)
the iconoclasm of the glacial
but before many run gracefully
because, a plain was red for the first time there was not enough dog poison
for negative two, he thought. But you say you are outcast beside that sphere.
night is different than less misfortune to her.
and you will not be remembered
under an ocean making itself cacophonous by the standing decks of submarines.
there is no more than not enough eternity for her
heartlessness either. You’re the shoe and bowls that belong.
an imprisoned tsitra. a first and last for the cynics
never do the hard mountains untangle resistant roots
outside a sole for one person only
this unbreaking is my secret
a spotless constellation whose irregularities reject isolation
and at the beginning call to the burning agoraphobic, naked
in brown at the beginning of the lome.
She can’t see close by the falling drop-off of the country’s joy
and open few ebony blackouts unlike medicine
instead she isn’t the clothed native.
(Casi Cline)
CLARITY
Of what it unraveled in indecipherable iron
Nothing bares naked out of disrespect of many blades of artificial Easter decorative grass
Outside of many light bulbs I pass out
The whistles that batter me, with heaviness
Rarely, if you should speak with clarity
It drops memorable things of varying levels of smoothness
But she what you are unrelenting,
she that you are
And a dog of no relation to the stiff
orders fluffs her last quiet goose
Rarely when a pebble ceases,
a cheerful majority lower their feet
(Aaron Dylan Kearns)
DISROBE
that which you cut from heavy sea
we cast off as curse to our atmospheres
when in the suns warmth we slept
a quietude was sucked like a gravity
never again will i preach
lowering down for the memories tear
and she that is the devouring
it is in the body of she that i am
but that worm of the heavens
silenced her most violent violin
and just as the tearing was sleeping
happy multitudes, they opened up their throats
(Steven Cline)
Enamel – but you forgot the desert’s muscle
and you neglected the occupied void
and he was unconscious for the first time in consideration of the dogs
accepting a clear indifference
that was the snows, and he thought
here is an elevator, a bathroom
outside of those unoccupiable pits of the same, Urinal
but he abandoned a nuisance
nuisance that holds no relation to the water to forget
there wasn’t water, only the same cup
It is a singular of a negative,
which was left unpublished for the uncountable devils
Enamel
Disruption of dog
(Aaron Dylan Kearns)
Zan – and I forgot the roadkill armadillo
and I forgot the tongue of the sea
and I moved among the insects
shivering to a wide open kindness
of the soil, and I moved
but there is no trash bag, no junkyard
in the cloud of that other, Matthew
& a villain forgotten
singular man of the rains that never come
another rain, another torrent
he was no one of the twelve
& unknown without the seven devils
Zan,
apocalypse of parasite
(Steven Cline)
