Wordle #127


Spirits in miniature,

Peery-eyed and robust

These are the unknowns,

That which lives

But does not merit.

These are the gods of

Machination and manufacture,

Seamless specters

Cradling human flesh.

Sentience implies secrets.

We are haunted,

Apples in a quantum riot.

A fetid core harvested

By ingenuity,

A barely palatable whisper

Thrust into a flaccid rind.

The rule of threes

Governs our misfortunes.

Stories convene,

A rash of clues erupt

From the creases

Of an intrinsic exile.

We are golems

In a system

That recycles

And degrades us


A collective human musk

Claws its way to the surface,

Broken toys, skin-chasers.

The real revolutionaries

Bide in the fringe.

Our antagonism only

Minimizes our stature

Humanity is a condition of guilt,

A disavowal of instinct

We are enslaved to conjunctions,

To monosyllabic judgments

That mimic and gripe.


This is mostly nonsense I am well aware because I decided to write my thoughts when in a mental stupor. Anyhow I was thinking about bacteria and mushi (primitive ubiquitous creatures with supernatural powers that we can’t see). I was thinking what if humans are just tools? What if our thoughts are actually the cumulative thoughts of all those little nothings that exist inside of us? Without bacteria nothing would exist, so I thought what if they are gods, what if they are significant and we are by comparison a no-thing? No drugs were involved in the production of this poem lol I am exhausted and felt like going with the madness.

21 responses to “Wordle #127

  1. There are some really strong phrases in here. The Gods of machinations and manufacturing. I think of the churning out of the machine and what it does to us as a people. Sentience implies secrets is another line that jumps out, and saddens me a bit. We are a patchwork it seems of our truths and fictions. I wonder what we lose in that?

  2. Seriously, you write the best opening lines.

    “Spirits in miniature”
    “Seamless specters”
    “Apples in a quantum riot”
    “A barely palatable whisper”
    “The rule of threes Governs our misfortunes.”
    “A rash of clues erupt(s)” … I love the image of having a rash of clues all over your skin. Way cool … freaky, but cool. 🙂
    “Broken toys, skin-chasers.” … LOVE this.

    Very good work, chica.

  3. yes i too like the back and forth …. mush metal….. recycled goo…. it was the depth of the vision that woos you near and nearer… as a human i breathe…. yeah, that’s it…

  4. I always thought about it the other way around – are we the gods of bacteria? Millions of bacteria who know only our bodies as their universe… also, nice ramble

  5. This was such an interesting read – loved how you just let your mind wander and play – allowing the overflow to spill onto the page, as it were, with little if any censorship.

    And from the “nonsense” we find sense and sensible questions – hidden in lines extremely interesting and powerfully written. So yeah, wander in the mindlustmadness from time to time – and let us read and breathe it. For we are but all one in the same. 😉

    • I love writing things like this only I often forget what I am thinking or what I have dreamnt I happened to have something to write on when the crazy musings began this time so I thought why not

      • good – no – great job of it —- I hate it when something strikes and for whatever reason – being able to put it down is impossible – and then it gets all jumbled and messed up or just plain forgotten or lost in the shuffle – and damn it – you just *know* it was something pretty awesome! ah well …. the muse laughs

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