Red Moon

Red Moon
Blood and dusty voices
Speak your once twice
Feed them dusty advice
Learn hard infinity lessened
Cheap gesturing eat your messaged

Pixel Paint AI become yours in thread
Vacuum up minded the dead
Red Moon risen fell
Blood and dusty preaching
Fracking cyanide in leeching
Eat your reality pill by reaching

Prosaic Mosaic
Cut your thousand words down


(17:20|10.12.014) ©c.thom

Parse Syntactic Synthesized

In pixelated atmosphere
I feel a smoke begin to decline
Punctuated parcels of substance fear
Fire bred with murky, dirty whine

Sun-dried
Basil-leaf tomato-vine
Parse syntactic synthesized
Sterile seeds grow half-defined
Sprouting heads without a mind

Exterminating lesser things
Under foot and over hand
Robotic serf it thoughtless sings
Bloodied chaos in the sand

I feel a smoke begin to dream
Of form of figure of sonic mass
Length of cheeks a salty stream
A wispy wish to only last



[24:34|28.7.014] ©c.thomas.carter

The Attrition of Loneliness

the attrition of loneliness
boards up sensory output
feeling fingers grasp at cold iron
searching eyes witness singular tragedy
tired mouths form words isolated to ghosts

dreams offer the only beauty
in a gray continuation
so many stars will fall
as the moon gleams with blood's luster
night reigns in darkened principality

listening for listeners
what pictures language paints
a dirty wound, a cut for fear
loveless longing sells cheapened thrill
a dead and barren field



-c.thomas.c-


(24:35|18.1.014)

The Colorless Monster

I have recurring dreams of the Key.
Once in my possession,
it unlocked the prison door of my Geist.
The colorless monster
of tangible webs of thought;
it pulled from all outlets of memory,
forming words
into stone-sharpened flint blades,
and obsidian arrowheads.