[darrenvallery]

the spoils

closed asp circuit touching& retouching itself with a planet brand jumprope----

[grigiabot]

AJuan Song

[darrenvallery]

pastime 3

bruisedthird of translation lengthwise in the water &unasked for w/ more dove-hooks satisfying a machine ending--------

[darrenvallery]

pastime 2

chisel-vision as you remembered it; cloth-manna in a dip-vessel, so what if it's seanoise or anti-matter consumed or unconsumed--------

[darrenvallery]

pastime

freights of just one quarter laugh at your swamp-body------

[1947journal]

untitled by Darren Vallery

proposed wreckbind waiting w/ saline-terms &samples of blinkwords moving the clipgate of a fictional-jungle——

[kdecember30-deactivated20201130]

Invitation

I said welcome. & you entered. before entering the cliff cave. Subliminal messages will be played underneath the music. I wrote this scene to be played by two scientists discovering poison dart frogs. You know, for the first time. Skip ahead, the frogs are forming a complicated send off to the troops. I am righting a wrong

I am ghost hunting

with a small dog that

has died of you. 

I have put

yellow tape around Farmer’s Pond, in memory

of Farmer’s Pond.  You said let’s dual and I laughed but

you were facing me

and onlookers materialized

[darrenvallery]

jumper-sled

goose-trade these are trade songs absolutely green-screwed(thru format bellows you want, closing moving all over an accidental animal w/ no appearance whatsoever)----

[1947journal]

yeah, it's an old TV by Darren Vallery

fringe-capsule, too for the morticians limericks, mallets &foam or a stolen toothpin from Mary the 2nd (you know, a gruesome house) and a leopard-rug replacement, two sided wreck&formal cheetah-panels as a stereoscope for your exit-answer—-

[wordpimp]

Through caverns measureless to man

Latex camera Pretty sunshine It’s just a day for jerking off A fall cool one 40 turning into 70 Hour by hour as I look out the window Somebody bringing the shadows into the dappled Leaves and trees The sky more sky Lights on the deck, and acorns actually Exploding, hitting the roof, the ground

It was incredible I met someone One of those talented people, you meet in a dream Amalgam, character The little brain going on and on, into the feeble moment I am inhabiting the stop

I feel like I have met you at 4 am in the morning In a gas station Wedding dress on Character in your skin Hair clinging to your face and the wreck of your mascara and eye shadow Let me just, fix that

I’m one of them I guess People who don’t know what they’re doing It’s frightening I’m feigning it Teaching other people to drive and then going on to the airport Where I’m out of town One time I was out of town for a whole year The phobias of an evening Somebody talk to me about the possibility of a murder

My veins look like snakes and I rub them together Hoping it’s going to be ok

[kdecember30-deactivated20201130]

Manifestation Postcard

Mother of God. God Particle. You were here. You were just here I know it. It was the dead weight of Summer. Wasn’t it. Take a good sweeping look at where you are before I tell you to close your eyes. Remember everything in order. I’m going to give you a name. In this story you will be Cyrus. I want you to close your eyes. I want you to close your eyes & help me remember something. From here on out I’m going to use a voice that was given to me by my mother. It’s late. Let’s begin. Snow hasn’t arrived. Try again. Yes, you’ve got it. Before the snows. It’s hard to believe in. But if you vibrate at the frequency of the part you want. You get the part. Cyrus, you should try out for the lead. 

[unknowmenclature]

the transition life

You saw my CO2 blaze the dark before I could be still enough for you to move past me, and go. Never been good at holding my breath, even now. I got the hang of depressurizing but lost sense of the gauge, so when you asked me if California will be over soon you got steam. The wheel keeps spinning like the room after you’ve decided this blind dark gets emptier and wider the more you reach out.

I flip the lights and scatter.

[darrenvallery]

grapeshot

stove-column &gridmares frontswitched in a two-tone gelatin of uneasy crowns& blue-paper latin-crosswords----

[8ofwolves-blog]

I bleed into this outfit

swim in my coat

hands like robins:

genuine meat that sings in pulses

walking cemetery

© Agnieszka Mauch

[darrenvallery]

game of jacks

mintweights&marrow on the coverpage w/ chase-bile &medieval pale-slogans spelling out the unborn part of it----

[kdecember-deactivated20161201]

water- logged star emoji, says i’m tired but want to stay up, if a ship comes i don’t think it will your stranded feels like you’re not kidding around my stranded feels like you’re not kidding around

[1947journal]

ashton, lucy by Darren Vallery

mucous&clover& probably these elevators closing your real&unreal-noises throughout their powder of circus-bears& nomad-smoke shouting yes or no (on my colorless-ladder) when you think someone dives in as the extra mindless-navigator also waiting to believe in all of this————