Asemic Tarot 248

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Behind The Card ~ Seek the Exit

Some say getting there isn’t like hanging from a rope – they keep peeling their skin, and Others talk about Others.

Acerbates deluxe dimensions –
cabana scarcities iu’j`yaz^hu/`y grille
kookiness monasticism billhook oud
alkalies snapper shapes maple forenames
yashmak dimensions yams slipknot.

A Fijian’s shade claims that there is respect and dignity for imported goats and gourds – the eyes have hills ~ shadows of birds fell across the sun’s soul vanishing deep into the cavern of quiet twilight.

Bismark hemisphere barter –
Alabama mingy balalaika tango
jubilation salamander marang toad yarns stateswoman
astonishment baste scrimshaw
balk pagodas, bivalves
spume barter soya sparkle.

Malamute stinginess, inner Bostonian – the differences and values are as follows on a square card^ reach this plural`<. Each component stands out from The Others. To draw a picture that has both > stops the pain, but that was a joke. Instead of touching the map slider, they move. This strangeness happened through the love and faith of the Moon. God, the crack in the wall, is the law of change.

Postcard exchange between the Other Inner Islands

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I couldn’t contact Van’nikzani.

Beneath the flowers and trees, I could see something –
another Paloma walking down the street
the hens whispered “yes”.

Between the bushes and the pump,
some words whispered –
some words of time.

A few words – street, a few words
something started as a noise
tourists feel breath of God’s lineament.

 

Like a noise – hens walked down the street toward bushes
there were so many
gladly, I couldn’t see their size behind them.

BBQ ribs – commonly spatial, between things
within a void of a heartbeat
a pizza oven at noon.

Like ancient silk, like hidden pearls
flowers float on the water…they and the birds –
the water cooler chirped. 

My heart aches when I remember last night!

 

The dove circled around old furniture –
afraid of falling into the river or the sea
something began – noir people, tourists, whispering.

Recall the ordinary houses, walks, crying,
ordinary crying, crying, flowers in the water…
black oak furniture – the hidden bones grow.

Do you remember this last life, and dream ?

The pen cannot teach but this, a very good deed.

Postcard exchange between the Outer Inner Islands

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Ze-Zed despairs día<~ doe^ mortification cuyzai trees –
entropy ocasión noifoally collapse que yams imaginación
ni huésped Esper forsaken bananas laborious freedom

Ask Noel, give up now, we will make it happen.

 

 

T’traizj’^íseón de^ lozenge suxírc’míe-jainf’te,
mujíónn pouring viexr’nto heartens
szuón miasmás defenceless doves quis<á’jzó

When we awoke, we wept for the fallen rose and frost bitten apple.

 

 

Fí^false^ rjushan párroco suk`rumi<xíjaihpt^ión,
Muzen introduced baxhter hardens ~
the swan-chaos jefenu`íu^se whispered

You would think the sound of The People dragged from homes/vehicles ~ cause God to relent ^/> the Infinite Spaces ~Are Still Silent.

Postcard exchange between the Inner Outer Islands

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I do not know how his heart disappeared and hid behind the cat. He returns like a flood. The stream flows, the light passes, but it remains the same.

 

 

First thought. First thought. This is a ‘t’. This is a ‘t’. This has to do with the currency of the country, what must be protected, what must be returned, or what must be locked away.

 

As humanity slept from conception to birth, so we sat by the river at the foot of the mountain and talked.

~ dried vegetable snacks ~

For the past ten years, I’ve been collecting pieces. I collect them. I play with them. They represent the development and potential of postmodernism – there’s no time to complain.

 

Great, long, but all the leaders? The fire burned, and sadness filled the air as beautiful books lay beside the memory, playing a whispering song. Where are the seeds of sin? Oh, love is in us. Alpine forests and steel frames are essential.

 

Descending by a dozen rickety, disused steps, the tourists reached a darker, covered team-way and hurried along it to the docks –

 

chopsticks and clouds,
darting doves in the fog—
a whisper of nothing

 

Asemic Tarot 247

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Dadaist Prognostications Foretells The Past Perfect

The curse is on you –
it is inert language
Unbound Molecular Pope rises-
Liboye^’ke’zjwa and Zeta below.

Are you watching?
The Will be active – push
It’s visible from there.

Gather yea rosebuds, while yea may – Sale Ends Tuesday!

 You’ll return like a tide, a rush of the past,
Where shadows are kept, light folds fast.
In cavern’s embrace, night songs so clear,
Do you catch the notes, or does silence draw ears?

The embarrassment of the control sound is the movement -is worse than you think ~ roses are red, the violins are blue. 

Asemic Tarot 246

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A really cold soul –
A really cold soul.
Why did this happen?

Sad music behind the waves
Beneath it is a good mirror –
Every thread torn – Wi-Fi Speed Tests.

The side of the grave flows
when the sea dries –
the sound of fire – post no bills.

When there are no fruits or leaves – you
A vast space, a house built in the air
the sea boils – no interest for six months –
a house with strangers -Elegant Hawaiian Bathtubs.

Flowers open, shadows stretch wide,
a weary world’s darkened beauty where dreams abide.
In moonlit waves, boughs sway to mournful sounds,
Colours of fire, no bards can be found ~ fiddles’ fulcrums fled field.

When the sea storms, you can see leaves fluttering behind the wind – they seem to be hidden beneath time – April Boxing Day Sale
the sea storms Discounts Now!

Hear the furnace town –
know the whispers, the secrets that drown
you can see the suffering of the sun.

What is a soul, if not smoke in the hair?
Charcoal flames dance – a vibrant affair –
One-of-a-Kind Unique Easy Credit.

A black widow sits, in the depths she weaves
Starfish sorrow, their eyes grieve –
Whole Sale Prices Now!

Postcard Memories

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Beyond the sea’s touch – skin moist with sick sorrow shines –
the sad waves call out.

 

The midnight stone’s music,
it’s very loud –
a whisper between stars
the spiderweb’s choice,
Butterfly Lord, this music is for you.

 

There curtains, there the moon, the light is good—
Deep in the soul, a flame burns.

 

Covered with a beautiful blanket,
the clouds collapse under their own weight –
Who knows where the graves are –
who knows where the graves are?
They’re all his—

 

Always, where these miracles are scattered
everything is there – a mirror.

 

***NOTE: The shorter stanzas follow the 17 syllable “rule” of haiku.  For this reason, I tagged the post as Haiku.

Asemic Tarot 245

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Five
and the most important thing –
this is the announcement
Fear is fear.

 

Eyes have cried for years –
years, a wine of the East flows like a river ~
so they say on the other side of the mirror –
Catch a fish without a ghost in every match.

 

The skin pigment is pulled
turns into a deep wine green
not the original bright duotone shade of harpsichord –
Don’t be afraid of purity pathos.

Wash and dry the yellow fruit cleanly –
This is a signal – moonrise semaphore stockings.

This situation is changing rapidly.
This situation is changing rapidly. 

 

Postcard from a nameless museum

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The word “Bhutan” can be heard throughout the snow-covered area of the museum. The road collapses into a white comforter. Snowflakes are buried in the swirling layers now – shards of broken glass. A mirror is buried in albescent. Time passes, a cat plays chess in the dark. It’s snowing, thunder rumbles. The museum bridge has been removed, a memory of footsteps and a tour guide’s voice remain standing. The cat is screaming – knowledge flows. Waves of confusion amid noise and silence – bells ring and warnings sound. Make a plan. Don’t miss the silent support. For years, the pages have been carefully and precisely prepared to be filled with icy covered shapes that skate, sharpening at the edges of the tongue. Rain roars, clearing the way. Snowflakes dance on the mountains. Lost memories flow with frozen dreams in a cascading stream – chilled crystal tears, frigid grins laughing. It’s a beautiful day. A cat is playing chess indoors. It’s snowing, and it’s raining, and a bridge of roses and moths waltzes between road and sky. The cat smiles as knowledge emerges. The area is shaped like a tape.

 

 

Postcard found in Lemming Tree Lane

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He blamed himself for turning into a monster because of his sin. He dissonanced the wright thing. Oh, construct a jeering fridge. Sail to the sighing dew. Just one gourd. Oh, hexameter gloved youth. Oh… that’s a sadistic disticht. Maybe that turned hymns into a giant bird that couldn’t fly in the world of words. Some are afraid of suffering and seek strength in many moths. Inflection missed koans – metacriticism killed his only brother with a sword. His name is Sheaves. Ah. The kids in square glasses. Anyway. Anyway. Everyone was drawn to them. Ah… so sad. Confused and scared, the captain and his wife got off the train. Ah. The kids in square glasses. Anyway. Anyway. Everyone was drawn to them. Ah… so sad. Oh, time his bridge. It was wrong. It was wrong. All shook – Oh, how Moonlight troved truth’s outer dreams. Oh… this is the scene. Ah. The kids in square glasses. Anyway. Anyway. Everyone was drawn to them. Ah… so sad.