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marcosoropoet · 6 years

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Cracked Mirror Express

Nihilistic utter vivid change in direction of dimensions & iterations, zero blank black and white advertisements, smiling brightly, diamond teeth one of many ornaments in the aerial earth street tableau. hit and crack ice.and breath air again. in the s t r e e t, loudly over the phone, one of many ornaments in the tableau.thoughts unreal fold fakeout grimace gold pop-up packed unreal fakeout grimace unreal as it gets. retro insignia. spatial disorientation distress. the earth is far from us now. glassy in spiral silver sky.what was far off, is now still. "thought-speech processing!". — cried a blue melancholy mood rider. knocking. A weird knock on the door at 1am. ...street's slanted stoner, distorted soundwave cul-de-sac ice ricochet echo heard by a loner at the window curtain watching it all develop, not knowing. traffic cop waved at a glass storefront. I walked barefoot on cold gravel, big bouncing ball & sinister sun-drenched frown. Loose and lurking. Curious in an alien subculture. Flash of earth-mottled sapphire coalesced. Loud heavy rush hour traffic & rain, re-loading, heard in the background, freefalling static of radioing voices now...sub-quantum microcosm...is deflecting soft phased-in fog spillover huge pillow pullover at machine's excursion of anti-wave mimeograph soft star implosion, chilling atmospheric report that in that area of the universe thought reversal refracts scratched movie iteration subtext holographic meme fractal expanding in neo-organic palette, 'it's just us now, talking': 'there's nothing here' nods. — ...besides, no one else. — recording continues... sunlight world borderless unhid coherent convenient unceasing retrieving alien gusts soot & ash pile up grey-powder injured heroic caricatures freefall skydivers in faux flame.astronauts walking electrifying rocknroll dust silhouette neon day-glo haywire street festival vibe, *heavy crowd*, littered with weathered hype-weary crooks and soapy cubist women, they throw plastic dice at the wall, the same boulder is pushed again up the side of the city hill top, the sun sets purple and a gold falling away of cracked blood cirrus spatter — O violent red bird you are true beauty dark rose tattoo flung oblong eclipsing sideways to running zebra, leopard and tiger slashing deeply. the atmosphere is quietly my own minus moon opal fires, prisms, refractions. I can think clearly again. the ancient burning blue opal suspended in a galaxy of glass. exponential. fractal. tactile. slow sunshine spotlight nano-collision, flashing auras of outer-spatial slow motion frozen tunnel monolithic, sideways moons celestial composure, bright yellow slush rushing cloud black, copper tea fog sepia burnt-out time fabric of sleazy area that always seems heavy with clouds & old houses, the first tree was hard to yank out...upward cranking claw let loose heavy tree roots viscerally tingling in mid-air — hazy single teeth-yellow lightbulb smile goes on and off from across the sliding street-planet irradiating, in a vacillating shell of black matter crystal grid specks colliding flashing space slow-out motion sideways moons glow in an aura more photographs brightly behind the train yards in the dark blue of gaussian night — smell bitter atmosphere burnt-out, off the ground, off the sky, the singular rainfall pattering when I first woke scattering leaves, clear, unstill. and lift my head up off the ground to signal a single frame of pristine black and white cinéma vérité that transfixed a subculture of Ultimate Public Freakout Compilations. Searing rays of day hurt my cloaked eyes blue morning parking lot, large section of sky and interstate, motel melancholy, moonlight sonata is playing from the painter's window, outside the dawning street window the harsh blare and traffic is iron and crystal loud horn ruse of sonic crack-up. loud smoke ray blasts green velveteen wall — dark-sorrow and hand shadow shades brow — pressed bruised stone of sun and moon — outside, the sudden chill fills up my nose... heh-heh-heh — iguanid horror movie hit unpacking road-kill frequency; unpack your shit & get the fuck out. acute missing sense of psychotic spider time atrium overgrows metaphysical schizoid tension & unease...release mind-boggling algorithm. Sixties suitcase of suds, scarabs and pads. Light is unguent in thick rays of hallway dust faces seem distorted and overexposed one real face flashes away quickly in the mirror very dim: black hole hung vacuum bolts of purple textile bending fuzz-wa vibration & frequency, slung hard vacuum tugs black pencil lines, mere equations froth down incremental moss alley portals; jump-cut - heh-heh-heh, I capture overwrought cracks fissures vibrations express mirror off peel out yeah yeah yeah the hypersonic parallel brain, which is reason, even amidst splash soapy heady flowers, overblossoming overrun intoxicating inhaling vividly perfumed steam — "momma-momma them serial killahs, was they caught yet"?! The world has slowed, then frozen still. behind the bloody curtains. jewelry sparkles in the refrigerator so that it would feel icy cold on the skin. sunlit rays of bright snowy dust. disturbed circle. hot sun in torn eyes, "gore slime pop-vein freakshow voyeur. whose 3-D pop-open broken brain cork calculates zebra striped can surfaces, flash signals in a spotlight crackdown.c r a c k."ed open./ steady orbiting over flash fire alleys, free of earthly gravity, outstretched arms zoom straight out then landing upright — ultrasharp blue city frequency plug-in incremental voltage surge, night blue strobe vibe ray flashing police cycles, deep house thunderstorm...slid into sweet scars of bitter loneliness & the isolation of unknown jump-cut passengers appearing, blips, on the screens. sound of indistinct industrial manufacturing mixing other ambient workspace noise and generic office chatter in the ultrasharp blue city frequency black clouds come down, icy blanket of blackwood dry ice smoke reverberates sharp genetic tincture crackle of fruit wood burning elixir smoke heavily perfuming the air, in night ice star rays of crystal optic rope .outside. cymbals erupting in metallic sonic splashes, cast iron bells, indigenous whistles, erratic singing overwrought hair-trigger hush hologram love staccato gut razor spills... fuzzy sax winds through a doppelgänger villain stampede. chilling naked digital voice streams entertain; somnambulant patrons wear pajamas in soft noir conveyance stunning day-glo buoyant cinema amusement park. dual scene doldrums & ferris wheels. fake smile again to all the others, nodded casually and took a seat. it rains and silences the street. hunting down a quick fix, saturated in pure red neon syrup. my copper dogfoot bathtub fills with very bright ocean water that ripples in black and white cinema, reflecting a blackshadow dumpster smeared with cracked candles waxy rearview mirror violet gardenia shard fix, blood was everywhere — tucked a dog-eared one way ticket (under the busted mattress) to a ramshackle flip-flop spaceship vulture-sneak city, close by, where dated popular music spins wantonly.people wear their backpack pajama tops backwards & interstellar interstate fused wet grey clouds drip inky newsprint unsparingly. As a blood of sorts. A car drives by squealing water. A huge bridge leaps solidly over brilliant river carnival of bright maroon & green lights toss waves & ignite the dark waters with the same colors. Standing, newspaper slanted, frozen, still, in the aggressive icy wind waiting for the Cracked Mirror Express — a thousand plus strange vivid equations of videos posted is zero blank black and white advertisement smiling brightly, one of many ornaments in the tableau. .hit and crack ice. and breath air again. in the s t r e e t, loudly over the phone, packed thoughts unreal fold fakeout grimace. fake everything in fake boxes. M a t t e r...is as unreal as it g e t s. just moved into the street's slanted distorted soundwave sector. in today's world. o smoke say fog hello lovely, hiding in the deep deep world lizard heat crush. misty ethereal junk trajectory intermittent troubles sporadic razor slashed balloons. the room has a door but it only appears to open and close. everyone trapped laughs pay playing coins floating dice white wiles tent trail salt smell unwinding history of old dry leaves & one cumulus cloud street shone; almanac slant and crack ice b r e a t h a i r again in tearing eyes under purple gossamer umbrella, hand-painted stampede crush of small bright-yellow birds fleeing the snow. And the family fire bright, from the silverwood front porch. or...uh... for a long time now. I actualize myself in a 3-D pop-up gig. actualize myself in the street-slant cracked bus safekept belt winter vintage blues though. friendliness is faked loudly over the phone, on the show, found footage in missed glass store stampede-crush outtake. stay-over couch unreal dense-cloud soft, sturdy; better than those pieces of carpet. touch touch touch a blue gray cat walks over me on the couch. one memory flash of a loose moment only good when reflected on. in the actual moment, it was cold, my mouth was hungry and dry in the bitter sunshine crackle winter your schizoid disorder felt colder; bitter and weird to taste the floor. you took an abrupt nap on the kitchen floor a figure folding, bolt of superblack textile crushed down to accordion exit. The unreal dense-soft sofa in the linear world is filling up with harsh bright morning, somehow how do I; can I stretch this out to keep me from the dreaded viper mimic sirens, in the streets, in the rusted-out storefronts of closed cold debriefings, cold metal smashed up to your face, network of seeing stars from a cracked up head. Cracking up in nostalgic melancholy. A big bouncing ball. walk into soft applause. a small yellow bird of anonymous content. white eyes of content, red sun. constellation blue sapphire on the skyline galaxy pulverized stone silt low radioactive, the plastic desert clowns perform inside the big red banjo buzzcut hut. o sleep, no past universe or forward form of day the undisturbed unperceived soft timelessness there. erupting in metallic sonic splash. Hot sun in tearing eyes. A long piss.kill the street-slant.everything is steady. radio static sky zoned-out pieces of obnoxious phoned-in noise tunnel guitar warps lift bent heavy sound rain and deep fresh thunder matrix outburst: crowd. black and white storm drain gush, widens e x p a n s i o n z — e x p a n s i o n x blur background of institutional business paranoia office wall turning veering out to you as pure cinéma-vérité in "organic" blends of light (such as sunlight mixed with fluorescent, etc.) office plants' heads pop up. the cactus with pink flowers. the bonsai. rain and deep fresh thunder matrix outburst: in the crowd. black and white noise scratching, blue sirens screeching fast, flying fists, seizure of vehicle & yes yes free time machine blow out —

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