Tag Archives: Jack e Lorts

Condense the oceans of soft delight and winnow them into dying streams draining the mountains of regret from what everyone knows should happen, to the answers received in sad numbers by vagrant mining claims of burning illicit waste, like fulminating … Continue reading →

Weathering the air veins sequestered innocently among the pines lining the lonely ridge, and the junipers seeking repose from ancient miners, from Indians climbing the mountains & hills of history, avoiding the voices of the past, the sounds of trees … Continue reading →

Wondering at the evolution caused by cataracts enveloping the isolation of true believers, it was as if sunrise had occurred by surprise, like a Wednesday had happened on a Tuesday morning, surprising the moon, the rivers draining the lowlands with … Continue reading →

Flounder & flourish in a nightmare of childish abandon, in a circular portrait of guided discovery, lensmen bright with silver patches burrowing their way into brownstones lining the boulevards of intense abandon, sleeping softly in the absolute darkness of space, … Continue reading →

Banished from the sound of silence by a cacophony of ignorance & isolation, the voices he hears are a radical inclination of banding together in brokenness, fostering a loose configuration of abandonment. Clear it into a softly oscillating disclaimer of … Continue reading →

Gently and with abandon he enters the enclosure of midnight, a closed door to unreality experienced only by fortuitous shackaleers, those deemed denizens of disaster, arbiters of abandon, gift givers of generosity, clawing their ways into silence, into the ether … Continue reading →

Frozen into disfigurement like jackals attending to a perishable insistence, noted in the fine print by echoes stretching into the distance, scratching their backs against trees of ignorance & bitters, snagged by the trembling fingers of geranium builders with solitary … Continue reading →

The valley was small and voices filled the void between houses along the river, among cottages lining the mountain canyons littered with tropes of small ideas & bitters, voicing their way into shallow graves clustered around small churches with steeples … Continue reading →

With fingers glowing, while weeds climb the walls of the garden, his voice sounds like a cry of despair, a cry of loneliness, a cry of verdant eloquence caught in his wayward words, his words of sturdy valiance, hanging in … Continue reading →

Find me if you can, solitary and sober, inclining toward incivility, toward a towering image of watering mendacious alarm bells, slamming into a void, surrounded by an illegitimacy of roughnecks and roustabout, cluttering the burnt orchards of a simpering nightmare. … Continue reading →

Camouflaged tanks of warm pus linger in the shadows, their phallic warm to the touch, pointed toward the hills, out across the plains, into the range of mountain goats climbing silently the heights of ancient warnings tapped into unreason by … Continue reading →

Broken like a balloon drifting into a coal mine, his eyelids were frozen, in place of multifaceted heads of lettuce, topaz in hot hands of toil, afraid of gold door knockers, listening with open ears. He was tempted to read … Continue reading →

Flooded angst Looming large And quiet, like the Broken wings of An owl dreaming In silence, Bloated like a burnt And bludgeoned Acrobat straddling A Union Pacific track Leading into An endless darkness. Does the bell right answer Give evidence … Continue reading →