Ping Peeler:
Operation Bloodless
(response to nancy)
phonemes charging...collected army of
hungry lit sounds burst forth, bearing
sharp swords, assault of blades flashing
and slashing, thorny-armed terrorists
wielding surgical lasers...sabres which
beam and mock, mirror and swipe
with calculated precision. they slice
and cut deep, into rough stale banks
of human brain joined at riverโs edge
rogue militant mission, of growling stomach
stampede, a serial procession, divine particle
cascade of raging cowman vomit
spurs rote streams spinning through
desolate indifferent swampland
abused soil of sandy desert and abandoned dirt
a mounted scalding attack led by
sticky torches burning deep below the coordinates
of creationโs ground zero, scouring petrified
bovine dung and buried leaves which are now
all choking...on the smoke...of viper venom
unraveling threads recoiling, ravaged
in instant shock, from this suffocating heat
surge of liquid flame loosed on stung conscience,
by the blind pricking, piercing
of mercenaries, employed en masse for
merciless molecular mutilation
designer rockets delegating a multi-millennial
build-up of manufactured homeland waste
from savage cactus fire send toxic flares...
their crafted arrows, carrying chemicals
from forsaken high voltage electric needles
pound across peals of vaulted sky, striking
embowed short-circuited professional agents
of authority, meticulously marking
mapped out morals for these ground
controlled messenger vehicles of rectifying
mystery spikes and metaphysics from spines
which rattle and hiss. they surround and
rain down in unison, upon unsuspecting
shaking venison victims
injections of pacifying poison
numb and shrink the dyed agar
membranes of lifeless dumb
prisoners of names
all rounded up and stranded
silos of stentorian acid stinging
and singeing their neural skins
escorting them, in their season
to carefully doctored death
time notarized, inside
the charred detritus compost
of collective mind
blackened scarred ego cracks
and is momently ruptured
by young shoots of courage
fiery rods sent to grasp and bloom
in unknown far-off fertile fields
unearthed by vindicated corporation
of constructed confusion
and the ominous cries of inflexible
internalized coincidence
rays of pitched sparks fly, offering up
new memory, darkly etched
under quivering animal moonlight
recorded holy chains of ancient blood
carved out of the steely
milk-white night
and seeping...into art strokes
of my soulโs last breath
ืจืื
10.15.23
for SAM