Name That Author #8

This author has a special place in my heart.  They are actually from the same hometown as me and worked near the Collingwood railyard in her prime, a special place for vagrants and backpack kids in this city.  This one should be a cakewalk (hopefully).  

Hint:  Science Fiction

Name That Author #7

This guy is a gem.  If you following my 'What Are You Reading?" posts on Instagram (@lastpagesofhumanity)....this one might pop out to you!

Hint:  Science Fiction Author AND Musical Composer

Lock your guesses in now.  I will start to post the answers after the post has been up for awhile or you can always email me@ lastpagesofhumanity@gmail.com for further correspondences!

personality hunting - original poem

personality hunting

scrambled frontal lobe

eye yoke; egg joke

spilling into

your blood sausage

and blood-red orange juice

eat up sonny

we got personality

hunting to do

here ---

stuff thus twine

by your bunting knife

well have to tie 'em up

momentarily

but they'll still be conscious

you ready?

when we hang their bodies high

hooves crunched by slaughter hooks

dripping over the Russian polka on the radio

blood twinkling in the fluorescent lights

we'll finally get our revenge

slice these bastards' throats

and reincarnate as toxic toads

his ego got

ran over by a moped in Taipei

on his first weekend alive

don't hunt for the anomalies

seeing from the karmic blue eyes

of god's massive, deformed head

with more freedom than 360 degrees

so never apply linear time

and dualistic emotional mines

our bodily fractals remain

exponentially compilated

by concatenated algorithms

ribbiting at the center

of the lake of Hell

atop the beds of green life

infested with bed bugs and mites

good night buddy

sleep tight

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16596213-personality-hunting--by-Colvet

electric chair [commonplace] - original poem

electric chair [commonplace]

one last request 

before you fry

let me out of this hole

besides the obvious

asshole

well I guess besides that

you should let me fuck your mother

batman

this man is willing to die in peace

the priest proclaims

as I painfully hold

this prick of pain in my 

pruning fist

if any man

shall deny the things

that god puts within him

he must hope

that a blind saint 

shall save all

of those who fry

for the sanctity of my name

I can hardly hear

as the shackles lock in place

and you warm in the pain

of electric chair currents

revenge will be mine

excruciating pain 

all throughout my body

I'll jerk around like an infant

being rippled to shreds

by a pack of vapid dogs

ask yourself

who's the scum tonight

as you puff your Cuban cigar

you're legal scum

that's the only difference between

a single volume 

of legal law

that distinguishes

what you and I do

although oddly similar

we need be distinguished

no matter how purposeless 

as good and evil

god and satan

black and white

are constantly dodging machetes

unsheathing their knives

but even the highest voltage

cannot cook my veins

or boil my blood

cooled by the icy crystals

of her vocal hex

resonating her honey soaked throat

as my body burns the electric chair

and I thrash around in misery

and push the priest's book

out his vile stubby hands

my numbered uniform

is all bloody

I'm making not one noise

head dropped in an electric headband

covering my burned eyes

but I can still see

oh I can still see

and it's nothing but flakes

of white light refracting

off black stones of coal

floating in cosmic clouds

how commonplace

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16588689-electric-chair-commonplace-by-Colvet

Colin Kapp Covers #1

I honestly have not read much Colin Kapp to date.  He has a decent amount of Sci-Fi works published and many of the covers I gravitate too.  I think I will start diving into his work with Ion War at some point unless anyone else has any better suggestions.  Just let me know, cheers.  For now, enjoy the art!

planetary preserver - original poem

planetary preserver

I wish to become

a planetary preserver

a savior to the stars

the one who makes 

America's heart melt

by the slime of creation

and lessons of arduous time

attached to the lecture notes

of a great, esteemed xenobiologist

his quavering handwriting reads

"A plan is only mental

never sure of it's course

but intuition -

it's something else

something oddly variant entirely

a lifeless endless stream

with gushing currents

and no commentary or guide

who can see past the brush

carrying a large machete

wafting and paddling

in endless circles 

of God's watery creation

on our planet yes

but within other species

on distant cores and crusts

not like our own"

damn. 

his words are unravelling

helping me fall into a pit of thieves

only to arise with a golden crown

rubies gems and bars and coins

he helped me find the reason

and those hadrosaur corpses 

were on the other side of the globe

like all the other pioneers

and current greats in the field

but I had a hunch 

an oh so clever hunch

that their numerical coordinates 

we're backwards

opposite

all out of whack

I found my own mountain

and boy did I climb

It was glorious I tell you

even in snowy conditions

and at the top 

the very goddamn alpine tip

I found the dinosaur bones

sitting on a silver platter 

my own sliver of truth

my own reason

for having the privilege

to start each day

fresh and anew

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16585865-planetary-preserver-by-Colvet

crystal thief - original poem

crystal thief

shifting in my cane chair

retiring to the oversized

cushioned couch

I see your tall black shadow

silently poking out the enclave

leading to the kitchen

tucked behind the other room

so I keep a desk lamp

right next to my right hand

just in case

you choose to sit on my chest

and knock my wind all out

with a ghoulish blade at my neck

trying to steal my copper runes

and tumbled Apache tears

im not afraid to stab back this time

my blade is all prepared

spinning slowly on the nightstand

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16589545-crystal-thief-by-Colvet