The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

i don’t want the night to end <ノノピエルダスラオポルツニダデラニョマニャナテポネスツインソレ>

al suono della fine della giornata ipnotizzato l’ondeggiamento assemblato candele nere bruciano tutte le menti allineate corna d’ariete ipnotizzanti pentagramma paralizzante e il suono inquietante dell’orologio dell’ostensorio che canta… — ill fantasma ¡morn! ¡mourn! ¡this october’s been filled up all too much with sunny morns! ¿where’s the fog that i was promised? e’en the amazon […]

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summer october sonnet

Accompanying music:Your browser doesn’t support HTML5 audio. Here is a link to the audio instead. fall the goldsoft resin treasures crispbrown jalapeño chips palm o’ palmates blushing gestures roughhewn arms flick wrists in wind cloudridden icarus my sun casting lines to warmcool lakes under gusts from sparrows’ lungs sleeping ’way the shrinking days wake from […]

Posted in Metered, Mezunian Sonnet, Poetry

A Tea Review

I have drunk a tea so vile that the day after I still feel its venom deep in the back o’ my esophagus & burrows deep in my stomach walls, in incessant threat to take up arms & rise like a volcano eruption. This tea disguised itself as “mint mocha”, but I have enjoyed many […]

Posted in ¿What the Fuck Is this Shit?, Poetry