tralfamadorian of zebes / imbecyllables

listening to spacey electric guitar and imagining metroidesque sci-fi scapes of apocalyptic pools of molten steel and toxic yellow ore. the second poem is an older piece from some early song lyrics.

a hypnotic insomniac

a lone Trojan plastid on electric beachheads

my steel pecking spiked thoron kisses

the nebuloid asphaltum hisses

infrared subwoofers

the chozo subterfuge fused

I don’t care

I was hoping I could be

tralfamadorian of Zebes

…

we’ve debated euphonic inanity

we’ve masturbated our insanity

were functioning as time’s junkies

in junkyards in ganymede

our rabid imbecyllables will never change

our C# C4 stock exchange

houston we have too many problems to roger that

we’re too together and out of range

quote me out of the contextual pace

unearth with an archaeological face

the fire’s near here but it’s anyways

this love is aspartame

our rabid imbecyllables will never change

our C# C4 stock exchange

houston we have too many problems to roger that

the linguistics enraged