Myths that matter.
Books to melt your brain.
gfishbone.com (he/him)
I met my reflection yesterday—yesterday my reflection I met.
I let him know he looked okay—okay looked him know I let.
Arranged his help for a speech we rehearsed—rehearsed we a speech he arranged.
How strange to see my text so reversed—reversed so my text seen to strange.
#vss365
I met my reflection yesterday—yesterday my reflection I met.
I let him know he looked okay—okay looked him know I let.
Arranged his help for a speech we rehearsed—rehearsed we a speech he arranged.
How strange to see my text so reversed—reversed so my text seen to strange.
#vss365
couldn’t have been plainer;
to focus on what’s #relevant
ignore the freakin’ elephant
but as much as I tried
its wrinkled gray hide
was such a shocking element
that I could no longer focus on making the last line of this poem resemble anything halfway eloquent.
#vss365
Stellar Steve, a bull,
thought refinement achievable
using plates receivable
at a china shop nearby his farm.
with effort inconceivable
the ceramics were retrievable
though he’d enter, shop,
and leave a bull
without doing any harm
#vss365
Stellar Steve, a bull,
thought refinement achievable
using plates receivable
at a china shop nearby his farm.
with effort inconceivable
the ceramics were retrievable
though he’d enter, shop,
and leave a bull
without doing any harm
#vss365
a life well lived is treasurable
a love well loved is pleasurable
but a life of love
spent with you is above
anything else that’s measurable
#vss365 #love
a life well lived is treasurable
a love well loved is pleasurable
but a life of love
spent with you is above
anything else that’s measurable
#vss365 #love
I’ve found that life is not a sport
the point is not a single #goal
some white line on turf
a numbered flag on a pole
it’s about a leveling up of skill
and helping others get their fill
ending each stage
with some net gain—
life is more like a video game.
#vss365
Rail brakes squeal
steel pressing on steel
and a billowing curtain
blanks the Station of the Certain,
a sheet of white until a light
pierces the steamy night
to bring the transport into sight.
With a hiss the mist
away is blown;
“All aboard the 518,
bound for Lands Unknown!”
#vss365
Rail brakes squeal
steel pressing on steel
and a billowing curtain
blanks the Station of the Certain,
a sheet of white until a light
pierces the steamy night
to bring the transport into sight.
With a hiss the mist
away is blown;
“All aboard the 518,
bound for Lands Unknown!”
#vss365
“Take a close look!
As the chemicals cook,
each bond will respond
by the values
in my chemistry book!”
As I peered into her flask,
an endothermic reaction
completed its task.
With a roar of color!
With a flash of silence!
My eyebrows grew back but…
She blinded me with science!
#vss365
A myth spreads
across our modern nation
of a so-called
Western Civilization,
received from Caesar’s
imperial station,
enriched with
messianic revelation
and purified
from contamination
by frequent purges
of the population
under the guidance
of social elites
with Socratic education.
#vss365
I’ll loan you George Orwell,
through a code on your cell,
and once you are done,
try Fahrenheit 451
and some cyberpunk futures
to serve as your tutors
and keep you alert
while we’re on the run.
#vss365
I’ll loan you George Orwell,
through a code on your cell,
and once you are done,
try Fahrenheit 451
and some cyberpunk futures
to serve as your tutors
and keep you alert
while we’re on the run.
#vss365
Every new law is a law to be broken,
a break in the social contract betokened,
granting the state a new source of strife
and one more excuse for taking a life
or further restraining those who survive
without the means to prop up the regimes
of the so-called justice of justice deprived
#vss365
slaughtering glories
to gorge on the mutton,
blending,
blanching,
blanding,
Shall we do a 9/11?
Shall we do a lunar landing?
How will history judge
this stream of steamy sludge,
the all-you-can-cram nostalgia buffets
until nothing remains
of our remaining days.
#vss365
The landlord died
without any heirs
so the tenants rose up,
declared the land theirs,
established a charter,
grew crops to barter,
and lived lives reflective
of an anarcho-collective.
#vss365
The landlord died
without any heirs
so the tenants rose up,
declared the land theirs,
established a charter,
grew crops to barter,
and lived lives reflective
of an anarcho-collective.
#vss365