Decapodiformes

Deep in the craquelure 

of our planet's ocean
Entrenched under crevices

 and caverns impenetrable
By man for any concerted 

mapping of what lay underneath.
In malacological terms or any 

other that lay out of reach

Decapodiformes dwelled 

in gelatinous puddles

Ensconced within one 

another in a series 

of nesting embraces

Dreaming of the day 

they could escape 

One another in 

a slurry of newly

formed faces

When Late The Book Reads You

a beginning

It was when the twiledge 

started talking back that 

I began to first suspect

That I was not a mental reject
just crazy and not the normal 

crazy we're all clocking in at

Lorden it's obvious our existence
alone is fun and mentally wack

But when my own knife glints at me
from a shadow in the alleyway 

I'm treading I need to know
is it street or moon lamp

light it's shedding

Easily I see best by starlight
Revealer of the smallest details

I thought I caught a hushed slip
from my angled dagger's tip
as I raced head slung low and long
through the night wind

The haft held tight in my right hand's grip
as twilight across the tilted edge licked
was the same temperature as my hand

Suddenly I was reminded of
the missive to grip tight stay taut
and not dismiss immediateness

We are at our most focused
when someone makes a target of us
I thought boy was I wrong

Struck on the temple
glancing bright warmth
gushing, I spun Sunward

Towering over my shadow
seven times longer than me
and wiped away the blood
streaming below my eyes


a continuation

Penny Eyed Snakes

 I just let my own time

 spent on the internet 

be my cryptocurrency

We trade and deal with 

a lot of commodities here 

we can all see the waves 

of creativity emerge 

from the same sea   

for us to hang ten 

curling in on another  

wave crashing into 

the cosmocracy

Lucky for us one 

day in the slipstream

The friendliest leaders 

got together and tricked 

everyone into liking each

other's enemies from a distance