In the bosom of the old world

lies a subterranean halo.

A marvel of concrete and conjecture.

The ulterior coition of

Alice and Atlas'

violence delivers

a multidimensional nativity.

A theoretical cherub

with curls of quarks

and dark matter pupils,

taxing the pugnacious nature

of Newtonian Apostles.

entwine

roused. simper.

silently aware. gray tones of late dawn. the poor man's dove calls out.

an acknowledging breath. sore. soar. a modest tenderness.

lyrical tones of cigarettes and vermouth loiter on lobes and lips.

bare. a shared point. green is not vain.

beside besides, besides, besides (searching).

a path of cognitive discernment.

the spirit swells. quintessence.

the remains of their tenderhearted coil softly disseminate.

and so she and him came to be. a strange romance.

entwined. au fait.

the first drops of sentimental flooding.

Strigiformes behind the curtain all along.

a wolfs towel

a wolfs towel

i see my headless trunk,

cold and weary,

an ill expanse of years

without play,

through the hot brume of an

aging mirror.

rusty tissue and sinew droop

over rigid organs

that frame my damp form.

but I hold

a wolfs towel.

forgotten.

hardwearing stones

tear the fear from my hide

peeling away my hesitation,

divulging

a fetching fellow.

centuries inside

i, anima.

an accident in appropriation.

a restless binary

reared by lightning rods.

a basement boy in august.

an uneasy parade of

antediluvian distresses

wearing a veil, not a mask.

keepdancing, he says

The poetry of a bored man

Gone

I lament for those days

when youth seemed

to bloom

(and girls)

Time could be

the problem

I seem to be

repeating

Looking back

Looking backwards

for something

I have forgotten

Prayers recited

while my thumb

extends to

write a passage

of time.

An open letter to the Moro Islamic Liberation Front

Dear Moro Islamic Liberation Front,

I happened upon your recent act of terrorism in the news this morning and wanted to let you know it did not work. I was neither scared nor impressed by your ruthless aggression toward's the kidnapped irish priest, more so, after reading about your organization, I was almost bemused. I feel the reason I had this sort of reaction was because of the title you've chosen for your terrorist organization.

Please, before your terrorize again, change your name. I ask this because as a terrorist organization you need to strike fear into the hearts and minds of all those who do not see the world as you do. Your organization, Moro Islamic Liberation Front, or MILF, doesn't make anyone in the west think terror. True, there may be some parent out there who don't want their 14 son kidnaped by MILF's, despite their son's excitement at the prospect of this happening. When most westerners think of MILF they think of sad, lonely mothers who want to nothing more than some sexual attention from a handsome nineteen year old pool boy, and not terrorist.

After reading about your organizations attempts to establish an islamic state on the island of Mindanoa, you may be surprised that tourism from westerners increases in the area as news here in America will claim that MILF's have taken control of a tropical island in the Philippines. You might want to put some guards at the air ports because there will be a massive escalation of college men in your country if you are to succeed. I also wanted to warn you that there are not people in the west who are out to attack your organization. Despite their title, MILF Hunter's, these groups of men are after something very different.

Always,
Kellen Terrett