Archive for March, 2008

Time for another update… productivity never seemed so frivolous. My best work, in my opinion. But when has that ever influenced anyone?

Plasma and Fasting: Marginalism in the 21st century
Jeff Klepper

Ice marks the thousand-year drought, above all the casts of hollow mountains
The horizon is struck and shattered amongst the devilish past times of man
But retrofitting never gave light to such faulty studded structures such as these
When casting the last supper over again we do fathom what soul is worthy
But zero tolerance and mans own nonsense has capsized the life boat
But living in the ocean is just like living on the land some say
Truth in sand is the truth in the droplets of oil that reside on the coast
For years the black clots of tar stink like the breath of the politician
Visions of horses galloping free turn from light to red in a flash of dread
Marry headless corpses dance the waltz to the organ that wails like a virgin bride
While phantasms of great writers smoke cigars in holographic form as they sip fine gin
Passing time in deaths chasm as the portraits of flesh stand at the window with their crosses pleading for sin’s to matter
Harsh overtones of blood drip from the candelabras like rain on plastic sheets
A threat of the noon reinvention hovers on the coast, so allow the trend to catch and the batch of gruesome patrons to obey
So feel lost, or cast the spell, we live in horror, we spend it well, but over time we commend our fears, and suffer pain, and suffer tears
So when they ask you where you are from, you can slyly say, “Hell of course, old chum.”

 

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The Northstar: A Land Beyond the Sun
Jeff Klepper

Pray, breath, reprieve
Amongst the star filled continent known as the heavens
I gaze upon a broken land of fire that flickers with regret
I trust in its glowing eyes that shut as dawn breaks apart its grasp
Life in the aquatic kingdom shuffles around tossing its monstrous waves to and fro
Neptune plays his conch to pacify a generation soon to be drown
The universe beneath the stars conflicts with brilliance it presents
Human life cannot comprehend the vastness of the gaseous canvas above
Where boundaries are non-existent and transparency is the equivalent of love
There is no modification to the path we take but there is meaning in those breaths of fire
The cusp of the moon kisses the painting of our dreams
The cosmic landscape is all we will ever know of truth