Devaneio

techno surrealist

Staunch, fat, biting gold. 

I lay my name through, tooth. 

A measure purely of ruler engraved crown for crown always lacking a set.

So have a friend shill a coin to the ferryman when I pass away. 

I’ll be smelling poppies on some latent day rubbed drably against me slump eyed & estranged I hope. 

With visions of you, like breaking devaneio at dawn. 

Scrolling ordinals under the digital skylight begging God’s credit by the water. 

Our round faces pawning tailored passions now read merry of habits. 

Hung loose fit we became the plastic cultists. 

It’s all so f*****g passe. 

If only blood rushed echoes to rest in, ear. 

In life we vainly crashed fleets of words abroad of each other's connection. 

With an attempt to capture by proxy this aditus. 

Slouched about rooms now left empty of the inhabitants whose taste once raided inside them. 

Bare it well. 

You. 

Devaneio. 

You. 

Casting shade for former particle existence. 

Estranged of the salience there beneath the birch limbs uplifted whispers. 

Star gazing. 

A lame thief I let sleep in my eyes. 

Like laundered thought, my fingers playing here a note in banner to never fade. 

I wish I could paint it cracked in oil and gouaché. 

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Hellos,Jon R.T.
I find this piece exhilarating.
I don't know the history of Queen Victoria of Britain and Ireland.
I had to research it. But it doesn't sound good. I'm curious of what happened.
Loved your portrayal of Queen Victoria. The world is so little yet so enormous.
----Maynard.

[Jon R.T.]

thank you. the poem is about a daydream of a beggar by the river Styx but I incorporated modern terms like shill which is a term used in the nft space as well as latent space. No intended connection to the queen or Ireland intended. When i was young i saw movies of men bitting gold to see if it was real so that line is saying my bite on the crown is my signature, the crown of my tooth on the crown of the queen or king's gold. hope this helps for a better reread.

[1809 Black Plague December]

Okay, I see, I thought it was about a person who nightmares, of poverty in Britain because of Queen Victoria. Fuuny, ---Maynard

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Ahahah!!! You are the best!

Indeed!!!

Exhilarating...

Really is... isn't it?

LMAO

FUNNNNNYYYYYY!!!!!

[Andra Dare]

This is captivating. Thank you.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Yeah... Devaneio...

Don't worry...

You are blind but soon you will SEE!!!

[Jon R.T.]

thanks i guess