The Flux of Sunsets

Grandiose grandeur in the gleaning of glamorous guests
a query for insulated instructions;
to let build a barrier around essential emotions.
Bagpiping staled bread in the flux of sunsets;
fear does scale the highest mountains,
bringing back siphoned souls, in the interplay of ice
and carefully chiseled features.


A potent portent,
the fortune of a tide
filled with anthrax and anti-antidotes;
ripping boiling seas
from the surface of gravity born Earth.
Dissolving the sky, chilled by the Void,
Art in recklessness divided.
Powerful corruption of leaflet crowns,
all pulling under above.

Now Nucleic Acid's aspirations fence forthright blows with the

rapier's redoubt, in distrust Love's instinct.

Friction in Diction,
Feint Strikes to the heart.
Beat down your haggard hands;
stave off Hunger until you die.


[22:50|23.10.012] ©c.thomas.carter

Red Gauges

Hidden behind an hourglass
Sands piling up the remainder of time spilt
Red gauges indicate the indictment
of a commitment to memory

Come here,
Come here and see the end of space.


[19:45|17.10.012] ©c.thomas.carter

Hence the Hex in Her Hair

I hear forgotten clips of her voice,
juggling the art of her six-legged precision...
And to think I knew that ancient chimera;
and injured it as well with the delusion of
the warped neural maze-construction built in
the very moment of Razor's wake in time.

Nothing reveals no thing in time can be any old thing

in making Light of my perception

Burn I travel it back
Crumble I wash it dirty
Stumbling bumbling rumbling

Hence the hex in her hair.

We shall never cross fingers again.


[22:45|16.10.012] ©c.thomas.carter