poetry . art . &c .

[sorenbrant]

unfound

some brightyellow silence didn't mean anything, or did it, like a solidifyingbubble passed into yr arms that couldn't move without words; the new ideas, just jousting plastic& a new conclusion - you weren't moved until you were sleeping ----

[sorenbrant]

[sorenbrant]

accomplice

yr undead fake-out was the body of worlds, red-underhand pink-underhand, yes, a thousand spirals that give&take in yr elevator going nowhere ----

[sorenbrant]

whisper

yr touchless memories, scorpionpaper numberedpaper, yeah the crosshatch giving up yr hue of a conversation &the bones of it, it closedup, okay that's yr own shit; one ironboulder lookingdown at it all ----

[sorenbrant]

signature

fearwinds, sure &this is a strawdraw dying in yr palm, a nuclearcloud eating yr lifelicense; paperwind, sure &you'll see it uneaten on the original stone ----

[sorenbrant]

2ndslumber

you want the looseboards of a grave, it's not that easy to see; a filament of yr earth- words, soil words that just close me up ----

[sorenbrant]

communion, part two

scrambled space, yr Tucson seance reinvented in an icefield or a carbattery, the curated spelling of a misanthrope, a vague separation of yr witheringstone pasteurized w/ a humanhead lingering in the footlands of yr unknown &all unknowing ----

[fantodsdhrit]

you forget the song during

negotiations bombarbed & captured as ribald party jokes

marry rubble —

now you fail to recognize

yourself

mask up luck refuses its countenance to adust sunflowers

if you're home let the kids be political

cover not their ears

if they end up optioning dogmas then teach them

regardless to forge spaceflowers for their opponents

[sorenbrant]

token/gourd

two pastures not like the blinkinglights you wanted to take in, frenchrhubarbclothesline and the remaining sentence, a front& back of yr last-self ----

[sorenbrant]

signet&soil

yr starter-set of bindingwords was moving-in on the wreckage of hotairballoons already put into typeset; civil-service numbers obscured by a rentedstage &parallelvoices breaking stainedglass------

[sorenbrant]

ladder

you want it to be human, simple tar swelling, undone as the afterlife, a secondsun eating dreams; if it was different, you would take the whole field that was already given to you ------

[sorenbrant]

revenant

see the hours underlined w/ yr leftover mist, i wanted to turn ivy into stone, to sleep w/ the dead &understand yr 2ndguesses smoldering on a lifetime ----

[sorenbrant]

Ivan Bilibin - Vasilisa the Beautiful (1899)

[laluneoffensee]

untitled

[sorenbrant]

adarkbluedesert

unfinished claypots, layers of madness, okay enough to burn, to seem& replace the string that birthed you; in a stonehouse, you are seeing &dying all the same, an ache in the water that held you too long ----

[sorenbrant]

floodmirror

chlorinemaps& a meatgrinder parallel to yr otherworld illustration; a balloon&hammers closedup in gelatin tombwords&palmtrees on a grayscale sky ----

[sorenbrant]

paperdoor

crushed on yr whalemoon, whalebone just burnt, burnt& marked on yr questionnaire, a sealed set of hallwaylaughter looks into you& is eaten, as are the lakes that pass thru you undying& unseen----