Saturday, June 4, 2022

snowglobe - original poem

 

snowglobe

when trauma hits
like heavy snowfall
the snow globe
gets shaken up a bit

unclear of up from down
the glue really does its job
keeping the plastic in one place
but everything is different

the thick plastic flakes
engineered by some other person
put in their daily hours at a factory
let the plastic clumps settle

the synthetic polymerized bloats
for they carry the thoughts
still unsettled
not glued to the frame

the shavings left over
from some other process
let the process die
to make room for another

let the plastic gumdrops
settle back onto the floor
and place the globe in a spot
that will be stationary for long

only shaken by children
at Christmas time
or when guests are over
and curious

but then it will be discernable
which way is up
which way is down
which plastic has glue
which is manmade
and not of you

that you just have to let settle
because dust always falls
circles ways rotate and tilt
and the suns rays of wisdom
will always come back
after their vacation is over

let the snowglobe sit
as stationary as possible
for as long as you are comfortable
you're in charge of who shakes it

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16505416-snowglobe-by-Colvet



Friday, June 3, 2022

Michael Moorcock Covers #1

 A super legendary SF writer Michael Moorcock has some stellar covers and novels on the shelves:












William W. Johnstone Covers #1

While William W. Johnstone wrote a bunch of westerns, he has wrote some horror novels.  He is known within the vintage horror paperback community as having some of the most sought after covers.

Let's look at some!









Thursday, June 2, 2022

R. Karl Largent Covers #1

While R. Karl Largent might not have a plethora of horror paperbacks associated with his name, the ones he has written are of high quality.  To this day, the cover art for The Lake if still one of my favorites.









Anderson's city [cellular hell] - original poem

Anderson's city [cellular hell]

Anderson taught me
that a city is an organism
living and breathing
with many intricate
tiny moving parts
all relative to one another
as a child builds
with plastic building blocks
before upgrading to cement

We've bio-engineered our homes
stacking organelles
and living rooms
atop one another
like high-rises
connected through
invisible elevators
and neuronal roads

And don't forget
all the cellular materials
in need of public transportation
endo and exo-
-cytosed every hour
bustling and shuffling
through the cellular
city centre

and all the lovely children
childish ribosomes
going to school
in a single file line
waiting for biological sloppiness
to be translated
on rough reticular sheets

but at recess
we get to go over to the smooth side
and enjoy the tunneled slides
on the floating jungle gym
only getting marks like A, P, or E
depending on their school district
and the salary of mom and dad
their highest earned degree

cycling until eventually transposed
becoming a teenager
a oligopeptide in growing pains
comfortable growing
more and more each year
with adding on extra chains
trove of debts
colleagues and responsibilities
the pains of adulting
contorting and conforming

until finally someone
deems us as a revered
and productive
member of cellular society
as we are translated by mRNA
and deceived by government spies
into finally breaking
our tertiary structures
for a more advanced style of living
amongst the quaternary
of macromolecular gods

its not nearly as bad as they say
each can choose
a separate profession
some elect to work in post office
making Golgi bodies proud

or maybe you study real hard
land a job at the power plant
and mitochondrially power
this developing cellular body
but I heard in passing
that the top-secret documents
are still locked in obtuse envelopes
in a room with several safety-locks
at the core of the plant
may you do your bidding
to finally get inside
the nuclear pore chair

others devote their lives
to their cellular duties
nursing and cleaning
housing and caring
for little baby ribosomes
still not educated enough
for the stars of respiration

yet we can only hear
their whiny echoes
through cytoskeletal phone lines and beams
wirelessly sending and receiving
electro-potentials of everything
but flicker from your nuclear den
lets me know my messages are received
keep them with you
forever and always
through cellular hell and back again

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16507932-Andersons-city-celluar-hell-by-Colvet



Wednesday, June 1, 2022

field notes #5 (Q134-166)

field notes - post your opinions/responses/feelings to the weird wordings poised on the page here

134.  Weirdest death?

135. Weirdest birth?

136.  Are chicken fries really thin chicken nuggets?

137.  Is gunpowder a non-renewable resource?

138.  Has anyone ever commercialized a Coca Cola-based surface cleaner?  Missing out on a sector of the market?

139.  Where is the most painful part of the body to be shot?

140.  Who decided on pink for girls and blue for boys?

141.  Is humanity convergent or divergent?

142. Where did Noah’s ark make it to? Roanoke? Bermuda?

143. Does snake venom degrade?

144. Are tardigrades magical?

145. Are all families dysfunctional?

146. Is the Disarono man good at fucking?

147. Is it delivery of Diogorno?

148. Where’s the beef?

149. Where is the “where’s the beef” lady?

150.  Is capitalism sustainable?

151.  Are the skin cells on the back of everyone’s hand pyramidal?

152.  When does skin become leather?

153.  Did Epstein kill himself?

154.  Are polyps painful?

155. Is anal sex bad for your skin cells?

156. Does anyone actually use flavored condoms after their teens?

157. Why do heterosexual men prefer vaginal sex over anal? Thought tighter was better and a hole was a hole...

158. Are you special?

159.  Do Indigo children have ADHD?

160.  Who was the first to self-mutilate via cutting?

161. First tattoo ink?

162. Is jury on a lottery system or is it rigged?

163.  Longest novel?  How many pages?

164.  Who is Colvet?

165. Is agape fake?

166. Are dog shows objectively odd?





red-winged black bird - original poem

red-winged black bird

the red winged black bird
means its heart
or the color of grounding
is silent on its sleeve

always perched on branches 
staring into the pit of my soul
giving me subtle reminders 
of the need to calm down

and the irony 
of a poet
doing cardiovascular engineering
gene edited research for a living

the band of colour around your arm
like an ss soldier
as your wings flutter aimlessly
in soiled air gusts

it's sweet soft voice
becomes agitated and pitched
i know you
and thank you for following me
across the entire red line

the second i pick my head up
from the downward stare 
of my phone screen keyboard
you move out of sight

but i still hear your sweet melodies
from the opposite side of the tracks
only to reemerge on the same branch
to supervise and confirm
that i made my connecting bus

cheers buddy
ill keep cat treats in my bag
from now on
promise, it's in my diary

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16511471-red-winged-black-bird-by-Colvet



protesting arithmetic - original poem

protesting artithemetic damn the formulaics the analytics all bleed the same we condemn the algorithms and the artificial networks mimicking...