More ticking in my head

a cross of dirt

the hot summer sun

fingers, frets and gut

¬

cold fish, midnight sky
pulls the stars across his gills
the moon in his eye
¬

heed nothing, no one

venison, ravening dogs

no more ants patrol

¬

good massage gone bad
look up, surprise! leaking shards
moe green’s red glasses
¬

deserted off-ramp in the dark
a cooling engine
tick tick tick
no occupants
but
the radio
plays
¬

sanguineous ops
median cubital jab
vacutainers slaked
¬

black ribbon through green woods
leaping deer, squeezing calipers
asphalt peels my face
¬

in the ditch
pupils fixed and dilated
staring up at nothing
¬

larvae in my head
my stagnant noggin puddle
mental mosquitoes

¬

asphalt under waxing moon
brake lights flash
an arm extends
my doom
¬

blanket on the floor

decline, pain, merciful death

old good-dog is gone

© Pseudocognitive

Loaded up with dead

Some stuff recently unstuck from my congested mind. I accept no blame for the poor quality of this micropoetry, because I don’t like blame.

thought-stoppers, slow-talkers, nothin’ left to find
words fail, tires wail, clickin’ in my head
loaded-up with dead
12 gauge
of my mind


born under bad sign
a penumbra in your eye
got yourself binocs


locked inside a trunk
washboard road, deserted field
one shot, make it count


ninkyō dantai
stride wide on the sidewalk, yo
recognize my ink


khamsin-scoured skin
parchment over dry muscle
sightless eye-jerky


big fish, mob secrets
silty sliding meander
my murky river


perspex bubble bird
torn and bled-out, en route fast
uijeongbu, posthaste


fell’s point showdown
now, ask ‘em tell ‘em make ‘em
you got your throw-down?


slick ghost of a fish
gutted yet fully motile
catfish in the sink


inverted gull wings
deadly patrols in the slot
azure sky, whistling death


flatulent snoozer
pintos gone, empty burlap
give that dog a bone


cerulean pill
help, doc, it’s been four hours
quick, vasoconstrict!


—Haiku for Lt. Col. George Armstrong Custer—
Murderin' bastard
lay face-down in Greasy Grass
vultures can have you.

Post and photos © Pseudocognitive