1 week 3 days 22 hours ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

Anticipating “wants” like a dressmaker; some vital experientialist with the elixir of life, too sensitive for critics. I grit and never bare it, but stare at it instead, to control the heart of man, one needs th’melodies that make one o’ercome worldly lusts, ...

1 week 3 days 22 hours ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

MESMERISM Burt Lancaster-swagger with dilated pupils, thanks to the eye doctor. “Is your vision blurred yet?” I am subject to folk-lore, like sludgy grease-patches where a Captain once sat, smiling, breathing down his brethrens’ throats. Nightfall is like a novelist, eminent ...

4 weeks 1 day 23 hours ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

In the night I stand so that the moon is behind me, and it is as if Orson Welles is peering over my shoulder.

9 weeks 6 days 38 min ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

Nostalgia barks at me sometimes louder than a monk’s silence Today slipped on my own words Oil spots on the tongue the way the moon has hung and hung and hung in the sky like a heavy jar full of stained glass holding the universe’s milk Pale eyes asleep in the day like the ...

10 weeks 5 days 9 hours ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

“The good government site with teeth.” With teeth, they preach. Do not expect a vogue, nor a boudoir courtesy, like disrobing the poem (mutilations, deformations), but perhaps do, and I can think of several ways this poem might thank you — all of them ...

11 weeks 5 hours 47 min ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

Comehither, O rain! Loose ends, covered in the plateau. Today, my soul is overflowing with picturesque friction. If I peeled it back like trace paper, many words would be revealed like frantic insects hidden under a worn tree stump.

11 weeks 1 day 23 hours ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

PREHISTORIC Yesterday was Pre-historic. I didn’t see it with special glasses. 1969-2009: 40th anniversary of first ATM Machine. 1969. Also the year of airplane hijacks and the year that Larry Lewis set a new world’s record for runners in the 100-years-or-older class. Everytime I need a ...

11 weeks 2 days 23 hours ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

THE CONTEMPORARY EAR Is “often” a word you seldom use? A contemporary ear. I feel my brain in my heart — unremitting surveillance. Sharp points. Someone place my finger -prints in a sealed envelope. I wish that I was that pitcher getting his head rubbed with a wet, cold Gatorade towel in ...

11 weeks 3 days 9 hours ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

PREDICTIONS Her moods change quicker than a warden filled with rodomontade —                 asterisks above the head. “Predictions are dumb” ...

11 weeks 4 days 17 min ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

THE FUTURE I have seen the future                              and it works — I am not playing Freud either. “I’m fine, mentally” equates to a ...

11 weeks 5 days 8 hours ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

He said that John Wayne movies exhausted him, felt their lingering presence since watching them with his father as a child. I feel notions of my own mortality tightly gripped, like legendary icons slipping away. I prop my chin on the knuckles of my balled fist, ballad of ...

12 weeks 19 hours 40 sec ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

No ranking weight. I wish there were no boundaries in our geography. I’m a Gap person . . . (Not the store) But rather, an opened door. What is your bread-and-butter? “Bread and butter.” Warm in here. I feel like fanning myself with a newspaper. All of the words would ...

12 weeks 2 days 3 hours ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

I just out-ran time for a moment. Where did my body go? Hint of a hue. Hint: standing near you. ...

12 weeks 3 days 7 hours ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

Who is the genuine poet, total abstinence cupped the flowers, should’ve said floral but what is today but a glyph of symbols I’ve yet to acknowledge, or understand, or feel unless you feel them too, and I know that I am leaving something out. Narrativity without a story, or a plot ...

12 weeks 3 days 9 hours ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

How bizarre to be poisonous without knowing it. Only one looking into the shell of a crack -ed man could such a determination be acquired. If you hate beauty, you must hate yourself. Mouth, like a black circle. I am the light by your darkened windows. Our soul does not ...

12 weeks 6 days 8 hours ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

WHEN SKIES When                               skies                 ...

14 weeks 3 hours 54 min ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

Underneath A Catalpa I feel like sitting underneath a Catalpa. Vividness is never dated. The soft fillet’d contusions of remembrances here are always at ease, though sometimes I ask, where hath the time fragile’d? In the meantime, just picture me sitting underneath the tree in Samuel ...

15 weeks 3 hours 27 min ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

UNSHAPED Scarce giants, this generation, slimey-blimey, never grounded upon a fable. Nature being matrix’d into non-trickery mixtions of infectious breaths of mankind, like bathing a corpse. God, breathing everything into existence. Remorse, “sharp prickle like a needle.” A void. ...

15 weeks 5 days 7 hours ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

RUNNING (SMEARY) Running (smeary) ruminant remnants, intimate quilts, bedside tissue, shedded memories are lonely when you have no one to share them with.             Civil War spit -cups. Imagine tampering with history. I load my ...

15 weeks 6 days 6 hours ago wrote on the blog Hebesphenomegacorona DerrickTyson

ARROWS DIRECTED Arrows directed at the city’s neural net. Yell   -ow in win -dows, like deep sockets,   give buildings their names. It is like   taking for granted an artist's canvas.   Animals rejoicing during birth. I believe that   there are melodic tunes ...