+Above the head of a \\dead ted -\ liberati numerati caberati lamborghini hellovini my sight of lucid light it’s my birthright |\ liberati numerati caberati lamborghini hellovini my sight of lucid light it’s my birthright |Craft graft daft stunted dented frumbled parched touched blanched lunched laughed elucidated truncated conical cynical…

Good night —

Back in the barn — Frozen mind — when all that jive just doesn’t want to sink in — cut cured cranium — open in wounds, no hold onto pain — I can take anything and with my love for needles we could say I like it — surreptitious salient silent seeping blood my lips…

Wednesday prompt: take what you want — There was a time my head moved — it altered like the shifting of concrete layering the foundation. Neurotransmitters burnt into wireless chemical compounds bouncing to and fro. Cranium bleeds common not an aneurysm more like the bloody soul destroyed by too many ignored pleas for help. In the end…

Prose poetry — She pays no attention to his haughty statements, his self-anointed uppity stance on the ‘inane aspects’ of people such as being driven, having fun, laughter, and even more idiosyncratic traits of those types of folk that we all know... …

Clearer each and every day — words for the blind — Clearer each and every day: words for the blind rat tat bat pat fat nat sat crap sap map bathmats cushats bhagat mushrat einsatz ducats cyberchat craphat mitpachat bop mop dop doop woop nuke puke duke rupee hupe troop broop missus jiggis diggis piggus lick dick hitch trip fitch glitch miche quitch kitsch distich enrich brittle critters bitter pitter brattle prattle tatters bratter cutters caustic bionic ionic

ArtRock publications comes back to life.. — Hello there dudes: how are we doing ? It’s a bit of a late one for our beloved ArrRock never left behind! But I thought it needed some airplay and plenty of hype! Ha: remember this used to be my newsletter every month or so. Now it’s whatever you want it to be:- ArtRock Air Flying to Peru in the Jet plane coppice copse corpse cops calling.. So I will tell you what is new to the world of ArtRock. It has been stagnant since JD Harms departed our pages.

serca and serva — I 1have no shadow Only time thoughts like yours twice the ride. Let me take you to my house. It begins inside this cranial skull: Tossing wires Drowning dopamine receptors meet the serotonin sisters Neuro 1 and Neuro 2 Twigging it with an acrid stench upon waking another unholy nightmare…

Stately Affair —