Thursday, March 24, 2011

Lucky Scarf in Two Bytes

Live on the power of the scarf!
I send thoughts of the two cents
I grind together in times of need.

Grinding copper-plated on
copper-plated, to grind away
your voice...

Make you cease...
cease to stop
cease to begin
CAESAR 'Renduration'


(?:H:17:51:23|25.3.011:Y:?]©c.thomas.carter

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Orange Crush

I think I am older than I have ever felt
the strain upon my shoulders begins
heavier and heavier
with each passing word
spoken with exactness
in subtlety,
surgeoning the synchronized
swim in the sink your eyes
begin to fall beyond
the letters they begin
flowing from thoughts
to hands
to fingertips
and a plethora of inbetween
inks blots the stain
and I must wash away
de-matter-ize
bell on bell
times sounding
vector purchasing
I am in the FIRE.

(?:H:17:57:47|24.3.011:Y:?] ©c.thomas.carter

Question Five

Machina no treatise for
beyond a scope of the
dead speech
screeching in tongues
and I am if I be nearly as
a Methuselah.
A crafty gilded craving
for the gold beyond the fingers touch
... all delusion is mine, said Justin Time.

I make you sympathetic
I give you the choice of none
other than you WILL
be communicated...
eventually.

She said something to which Justin replied,
"I am the wretched hollow,
the endless in-between
Thousand miles
Thousand years
I am now living on borrowed,"
said Justin Time.

"Terror my Terrah,
is it truly impossible to
find you in the clutter of
beautiful jewelry?"

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Red Change

drink drink your red,
i am begun spun again
in reversable images
and how I slipped up
and started again...
push push push
and pull none behind.


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Function Two

Mine is Butterfly
to I Am
Yet by my right to chrysalis
over and over-
must expand, must expand
"I still got it..."
Justin Keep it in time

Justin Time am I
creating the perfect system
by imperfecting smooths and roughs
by surfaces' tension
must erase the Lie
too many layers to reach you
too many layers to speech with you
Unwanted Guardians travel with you
closeby their hands of positioning
and possessiveness.

My scream melts and breaks ice,
But rather now I see that I must speak softly
And chisel layers one at a time.

I'm only allowed to fly once in a while
until my wings feel two heavy a cloak.
Chrysalis again,
must condense must condense.

Love us a sign
a red as is as good as any.


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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Fragments of Porcelain

Fragments of porcelain lay broken on the floor
the teacup's contents seeping slowly toward the
rug at the center of the room as it slowly darkens
with the liquid like the blood bleeding from my eyes
laughing bursts of pain and periodical spasms of hands
thrashing out for the feel of an assault on the senses
and the second moves faster, the second second faster still
this is the end, and this is the end of the world

so it begins
for fonts of quicksand for the irreversable baptism
able to stare straight into vectors and reach back in time
there... right there... in that point I blindly see...
that is where that particular memory is stored.





(?:H:14:40:45|17.3.011:Y:?]©c.thomas.carter

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Shift5

I eat, meet, and sleep
in your shifting attitude;
for while you sat, I observed in first and full circle.
Reality's cipher is now followed by its faithful protocol,
and in digital frames I find myself slowly erasing myself
of all the fears and worries of mortality.
Yet do I not hide?
Here is a maze muddled true lies on the shelf next to a
coriander container for the scent of heralds and queens of hearts.


(?:H:15:16:32|15.3.011:Y:?] © c.thomas.carter