1. walk my brain

    breeding song
    that shouts its gold
    into the fake-ass ever after

     
  2. uutpoetry:

    The Death of iPhones

    5 uutku

    Waking up beside
    bodies of twilight and steam
    and soybean asphalt.

    Sad death of iphone
    factories, sick in purple
    of alien glare.

    Obstructing pimples
    and patronal codices
    with passenger slime.

    Mayhem leeches
    abstractly combined
    with tilefish.

    biblical gunsmens’
    psychoeducational
    stenosis

    art by JohnMoProductions

     
  3. bobschofield:

    INSOMNIA IS A DENTIST IN A STORYBOOK by Bob Schofield

    (via kdecember)

     
  4. medverf:

    Peter Young

    (via joannegreenbaum)

     
  5. flotsamflotsam:

    Two Or Three Things - Elizabeth Murray, 1974

    (via joannegreenbaum)

     
  6. vjeranski:

    SOPHIE TAEUBER-ARP

    Komposition mit Kreisen, 1934-1938

    watercolor on paper

    (via wowgreat)

     

  7. be heavy

    it’s raining inside my body
    & my ocean needs a haircut
    be heavy for me
    at summer camp let’s
    count the number of sutures
    in Sunday’s rusted liver
    WOW, you surprise me again with another leap year, let’s
    calculate how much wood you’ll need


     
  8. inevitablefragments:

    Sean Landers - Sean Landers/7098 (2001)

    oil on linen

    (via wowgreat)

     
  9. melanieparke:

    charline von heyl

     
  10. uutpoetry:

    arguspaul:

    Chance is already retired.
    I wished to assume that
    she protested the continued
    definition in my mind.

    I had celebrated my prison.

    Therefore,
    I must go.

    You then have the present
    that is expressed:
    I am alone.

    Here is a finish
    that lacks interpretation:

    I am
    as are them.

    I shall not hesitate.
    Be perfect.

    I devoted myself
    to read all coincidence.

    When I conjure up
    definite meaning,
    I decide my mind.

    The follow up:

    One divided by one
    equals numb.

    Told you so.
    -More of my art @ www.arguspaul.com

    -My poetry is rooted in altered book art; pre-existing text is burned away from discarded library paperbacks with a soldering iron. The remaining text reforms to create and reveal new poetic narratives.