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[viperslang]

this day, this earth, now you are my deconstructed anarchist collective, my fuzzy logic, my mumbled echo from the canyon, my godless cenotaph, gloriona, call archon

tweets by Chonnymo II curated by Scherezade Siobhan

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Carpe pseudonym by @TinyNietzsche

Void, sweet void

Let's get dilated.

I got all your glaciers in retreat. 

                when

All I ever wanted was to be covered

in doppelgänger husk.

  Atlas shirked

My favorite color is on fire.

   occasionally glancing up

from the pain.   abstract your age  

don't think       verbatim

  L'abîme, c'est moi. 

  Fuck the gendarmes.

Fold me closer,

     space-time continuum.

A cognitive dissident in the machine.

  Abyssturbation

Rock you like a subtropical depression.

       I'm okay with continents drifting. 

Where have all the adequate times gone?

 You can barely break the skin

    with a weaponized    blood feud

  Nihilist, negate thyself. 

You forget your memories first.

Two is also a crowd.    Murder me

daily.     Be my  infinity.

They are all short straws. 

        syntax   for the feint of heart. 

  Atticus flinched

Show me on the doll where I went wrong?

Here be crayons 

    I was told there would be no meth

You had me at irreparable harm. 

   Act your voltage.

  fail fatale 

A hazy shard of splinter.

   Like a bridge over indifferent waters,

you're on your own   abattoir of dreams

   a spectre, wrapped in a phantom,

inside a ghost.   hide your eyes or I will

take them. 

  I [chernobyl] you 

I am self inflicted.  

    snidely her      whiplash vanishing

       point out your flaws.   You don't have to

live like a subterfuge.  

the inner terrors  wear schadenfreude      

  Daguerreotypes 

I set my zeitgeist back an hour

    echo chambers   won a volcano. 

The better angles of our nature.

                  Tangled up in grey. 

                   I [eternal recurrence] you.       

Take me back,  

                    unfounded fears 

  Godot abides

Exhume me.        the stigma

   of an anachronism  déjà voyeur 

I miss the times when we were silent

  Stay pyrite   kismet    an open hand

gesture     to paint     what I unsee. 

don't let your abysses grow up

      to be nietzsches

   written by @TinyNietzsche 

curated from twitter feed by @deja_raconte

#FeedPoetry is where I curate twitter timelines and arrange tweets into poems. 

( note : he asked me to make them "tiny", so i did :))

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Season IV of #FeedPoetry commences.

Recommend twitter timelines you'd like to see me curate here.

I am @deja_raconte.

Go!

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Disco skull by @DogMia78

Popsicle people branded before birth,

    clutching your empty custody

                           in the mouth of my fist.    

 nanoseconds when every single face I see today shifts

   into a hissing ghost.   full of stones 

Cut all your wires and witness the world

        through another box  The blinking dataset on

the sky signals                        that the end is near.

                     there isn't enough roof. 

This portal of entry suggests a cosmic wound

                      too deep to decipher.

My words bounce against the curvature

                   of your unconcerned spine      

I dine on colours,

                      I drink of sounds,

                                              I fall in cycles.           

It's all about loving those who burn more

                                              than those who shine     .

Amalgamates take time         find a shelter in a teardrop

I saw our cars collide on the intersection of your palm lines

This deletable page break

                                between paranoia and a dream.

ǝʌıʇɔǝdsɹǝd

   I need you to be my irreversible agonist

   Notice period is a purgatory 

I have been counterfeit for ages but tonight

   you noticed me, a lost prophet that bleeds with conviction

void memory slot for sale now    pieces of skin with heart

     and a pulse. 

    Unfuck the world

   written by @DogMia78

curated from twitter feed by @deja_raconte

#FeedPoetry is where I curate twitter timelines and arrange tweets into poems. 

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thermostat on a timer by @dustymouths

execution by the morning light 

like you don't even need the sun

--- 

i'm the piece of gum you swallowed

                                        six years ago 

i'm the shoes on the phoneline

                                     in front of yr house

stuck on you like rare-earth magnets

you're like really hard to care for 

   shotgun shells as yr breakfast   

     like its some sort of crime

cause of death: embarrassment

 i can touch you but i can't taste

 you i can taste

                                          you

   but i can't eat   

girl with a single bedpost but she's whittled it

         down real thin like a toothpick

girl with a heart like a six-speed transmission

your insides are trusses and ladders

     and winding stairs made of cast iron

              and stainless steel 

girl w/a body like an armoire

         eyes like sandpaper

             irises black like snakes

                     on the fourth of july

the kind with the diamond grit

the kind they might use to sharpen glass 

       my tongue is speaking in stomachs

don't worry baby i'm just the dress rehearsal

    hanging onto one single second

forever     last fall when you just left me

     to dry up on the sidewalk

but i got stepped on and dragged across town

and i wound up in someone else's yard

       your heart is a glass of whiskey & mine is

a ball of ice abt the size of my fist       dusty enough

kite tied to a string

        but when you reached the end of the spool you couldn't

bring yrself to reel it back in so you just let go 

 now the significance of the moments you really want

 to remember is the way they go undocumented 

   question no one

    trust everything 

written by @dustymouths

curated from twitter feed by @deja_raconte

#FeedPoetry is where I curate twitter timelines and arrange tweets into poems. 

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timesplice wordlight prism

(((LOVE’S LATHE SPITTING CLUSTERS                             G(R)AZE, GOUGE))) i am a phoenix who runs,  cutting a banshee-probing  of her textiles tempest because destiny can’t self-immolate dissent dreams arsonists a covert moss upholsters my ribs heart printed, dodged and burned against her lantern’s breath developing tender hurricanes, lessons in the intimate disapearance of thunder the nearness of serrated evaporation cultivating wide-eyed grain around the vast back of horizons discharge returns the charging cafune of lonely wind to adore every turn of distant guts the mulching of ghost-ground within us, soil myth-scattered draped in phonetic eschatons’ yet-casts you read secrets in the joints of my hello moisturize my slab to a glowworm pod an anagram for dying stars  playing growl and yearn over me in blaze-arcs of saturn-spine hover-gripped in honey-mud your opalescent filter atop my intuition flue, i rise as riffs incensed, reinventing the sound of bones growing,  murmured argot of cosmic oars mute spacegraft stitching errors into psalms lips uncurled with constellation considered kisses sidereal shelter engaging my veins you, prisms of you perhaps, if I can hold you this missing reflects in the heart,  (hunks of its own echo stretched) you bring everywhere with you, leaving to be a word and dreaming fingering wisps between myself and a livewire dove  of cut-up opus, yuanfen inserts an ocean-wide hyphen (anchor) [by You and I] ♥♥♥

— [ leedle babyghost sent me this quilt made of fragments him and me. leedle babyghost is the best wordsmith i know of.  ]

note : cut-up created by @dialoghost from his and mine timelines/letters/conversations. :)

[viperslang]

i run a little poetry project on twitter/tumblr called #FeedPoetry where I arrange and curate twitter feed/timelines into poems ---> www.inkroutes.tumblr.com.

i am @deja_raconte on twitter. write to me if you'd like to see your timeline curated here. 

[viperslang]

Contrescarpe

your language      is empty sanctum   

        light, air, salt,

 tender and yet cruel    my true north…

   daemon     : the marionette, the tropes… 

the dark    becomes

                inferior,  a neutral, toneless voice

the necessary polarity       original sin

poetry        is  psychology 

  a wound inside    a bed of pebbles     

     Décimale blanche 

real individuality        lets veils 

      a science of mere phenomena    is never without

flashes.       murmur remains internal.

I’ll translate for you  a precondition of being.

  of faith, however, is not consciousness

the primordial images      

                           to reshape the word

 the knifeblade…    an unfamiliar text.

you want to see a language?

    of two chemical substances:

phrases, vehement, dejected, ravaged. 

sentimentality is a superstructure

             replica without witness.

 a thousand disguises    muted sighs.

  there is a cosmos        without collision

                                               balance, oneness,

we are stammering.

 the word happy would lose meaning if

 — What has happened?

      it kindles something            that form chords

as in a sonata.             on the road 

to perdition.        look at this phantom 

                   “Inoculate…”

: nature drops off autumn.

               Or seldom.

o consciousness without pain

- by Scherezade Siobhan

  note : this is a cut-up poem i created from texts of paul celan and carl jung