#not reading. ive been trying to read the halo novels for 3 weeks now and i love them so much but i just cant for some unknown reason.

[marcus-zilliox-poetry-blog]

Daily  Détournement (a series of small bits of writing and snips of poems compiled with future editing opportunities)

Give us this day our daily détournement one liners will take you far

There's a pipeline built thru my dreams Spilling crude nightmares in my sleep

your fleet, a slickened creek a man may row a little boat under cover of dawn skies peach punk wood carves lively measures depth of puddles What not to knot for naught under cover of dry umbrella opened indoors

to the stars we are dust  = ad sidera pulvis sumus we are dust to the stars  = ad sidera pulvis sumus we are the dust of distant dead stars = mortuorum stellis procul pulvis sumus

Love met Death on an unlit hunting road on the night of Thanksgiving O, I have seen you these many weeks thru slits of blinds Lo, I have shown you myself so that you may see me Hark, the pale blues and the umber shadows are beaming the start of a golden ring ends where it begins at melancholy flowers.

Love met Misunderstanding beneath brutalism

Death met Death and made Love in the most beloved of Apollo

Death met death mirrored in a cracked phone screen

APPLY PAIN HERE

I DREAMT I WAS SYLVIA PLATH OVEN ON KITCHEN SMELT OF GAS

The void into the Void I'd avoid Every minute is last call And I don't even have a dollar For the tip Her name is done More following than followers Edit privacy Only me Locked post The grave earth embrace

APPLY SALVE HERE

I fought the knife and the knife won

I SPILT PAIN ALLOVER MYSELF

D : i's decolonize D : eyes

Your nipple is a planet with clouds of areola glow

corpse imprisons spirit in solitary confinement

take a braid chaser straight no chaser took a braid chaser straight no chaser how you like it is how you like it who am I to question dogs bay all day

I could not see in the end predicted revolver recoiled and mouthed a silver car

immodium suicide moksha

don't tell me how to sleep

at the rest stop tired

sardine spines in soup spoonful

the sound she makes like doves in mourning feo tu feo tu

we can never say where the paths we did not take would have led this shadow clings to my feet all during the day and surrounds me in drowning all the night invades my sleep with nightmares and my waking eyes in tears knows all paths end in the grave

I can't escape this thing I am, only death cures

And he smote them hip and thigh with a great slaughter He goeth down and dwelleth in the cleft of the rock Judges 15 :8

o' they hide in death for life and breath o' they hide in death (derived from Ephesians 3:18 " o the height and depth [of Gods love]"

the shadow is varied and turning atonal bars tinkle on porches torches sputtered for dark is showing he hides in death of ropes tightened and creaking

(no variation or shadow turning James 1:17)

we wear what we wore what

sheela na gig sheila NA Gig Sheila NAG ig

Hello darkness shadow umbra my imaginary best friend for life my first wife from the womb My last breath and flower strewn tomb If there is a god made me broken to hell with him

Karl May did not write about me Old shattered hands did not whinny too

three chained thurible by thurifer is swung

And give us those trespassers who trespassed against us.

The username is not unique

the rivers of her eye dries

I FOUGHT THE GUN AND IT WON

Now a river flowed out of Eve to water the guards in nedE

Now a blood rivers out of Eve to water the avant garde

witch hazel water hazel eye of witch flower helps with vomitingblood and inflammation

in utero infection impacts the premature

I dreamt I was a minor character in a novel by Tony Hillerman

Woke up one morning on the old Chisholm Trail My rain in my hand and a cloud by the tail

My danged old slicker's in the wagon again single file in argyle, empty inside

I dreamt I was in a Tony Hillerman movie, not even a minor character, no speaking parts, I mostly just waved and sold a Snickers but they edited me out, on the cutting room floor

I was in a Tony Hillerman novel, very minor character, a shadow in the background they edited out

I was in a horror movie no speaking parts a shadow in the background

in need of a homemade therapeutic emotional massage

iron smashes ion in the end can not see

dragged into the unlight

if I wake before I die

pee me a river

Two thousand graves dug for all the days I loved you

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made no difference

ancient desert gods try invade my songs

Flesh eating god a necrotizing deity

water over the bridge

square root of negative one

TAKE A GOOD LONG LOOK AT YOURSELF BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE WANTS TO hardy har har

the ghosts of chalcedony wildflowers scent the sugilite sujiman

On the corner of Lovecraft and Ballard

everyday the slaves building the pyramids in Egypt would stand up and say "Let's make history"

socks below seesaw

decapitalism

pati diem endure the day

weed killer weed

yutani = hot water valley

Fruit of a failed policy

but I really think the goal here is to find another job, so I can work as much as possible. I am hoping I can work myself to death. that would be the perfect cherry on pile of shit ice cream of a life haha

erroneous fap

rohypnol wine roofie wine

Leave the rat race to the rats

the skin of the prick is the thinnest

gentrifire destroys everything in its path

the bully says 'stop hurting my hand by making me punch you'

Why is the speed of darkness faster than the speed of light?

SUNSPOT CORPSES

You can't act ironic anymore because you are ironic.

venture vultures

investor identity politics art

zombie animated by the spirit of venture capital

indian headdress made of shredded american flags indian headdress made of dollar bills

no more Red Dawn for Vladimir

vanishing Indian, extinct race, savages, primitive, tragic, noble

in revolt against commodification this will not be printed in a book. oh okay go ahead

google earth: to see all the places you will never go before you die!

gmo corn used to spell out the words 'death to america' under resin layer on canvas

you can't see the horizon/sunrise while standing/lying/laying in a grave

bread and water: its what for dinner! #starvingartist

toilet paper pythagorean thereom toilet paper rolls pythagorean theorem "Mummy Striped Bare"

47 tostadas in Pythagorean theorem 47 tacos from Siete Mares arranged in Pythagorean theorem 47 tacos from Taco Bell arranged in Pythagorean theorem 47 melted chocolates in Phx summer sun arranged in Pythagorean theorem

It's an alpha dog world and I'm a cat

Pythagorean Theorem vis a vis blood quantum Euclidean Proof of Pythagorean Theorem (EPOPT) as self-portrait etc

a deep and ugly shadow has crossed my soul, many months now, can't remember when, seems always this way, gets worse and worse, like hundreds of ants eating me it is only the pain I would cause by leaving the world that keeps from leaving, the art is a channeling of my darkness, an undug grave the shadow is a cancerous growth, a tumor feeding on bits of my soul, until I am the cancer with an oroboros halo

I cannot light fires at the bottom of the ocean

someone recently asked me to describe what my work is about in one word, I said "depression" …melancholia…sadness And who will say that I stayed much too long?

someone asked what I've been working on, spring time i started working on Window as a theme, then What do I see thru the Window, The Sun, The Moon, the grave freshly dug, a grave for the sun, a grave for the moon, the Death of the Sun, The Mourner for the Deaths of the Sun and The Moon.

I need to eat something, before I become the dead King of Anorexia

ive a man corn and you feed him for a day; teach a man to grow corn and he'll slaughter your people and take your land

On the growing of weeds

my melancholy flowers

my dreams got caught and eaten by a spider

cabbage patch kid autopsy, opened brain

if I was you I'd go home too

ill relevant

alt-abs = beer belly

Vencer o morir,” meaning “Win or die.”

alt-preppie

pati diem endure the day

A Ridiculously Long Security Checkpoint

fake news, back in my day we called it lying

O’ Cinnamon where will you run to?

the crow is in the oven a sauce is being prepared

FROM BELOW WITHIN UPON

andwhenyouknowyouarecursedeventhesunbeatsyoudown

EYES ABOVE SO BELOW

when people stop believing in god it isn’t that they believe in nothing; they stopped believing in nothing

false flags wave weakly

silent shoulder shrugs

tears from a cloud

THIS POEM WILL BE COMPLETE UPON THE FOURTH READING OUT LOUD