White Noise #1

In pools of clear black thought,
I measure the weight nothingness
has on skin. And in these orbs,
these intergalactic globules;
clusters of dense chaos,
so dense as to seem calm,

I breathe the flurries of my heart’s
discontent; and the sufferings of love.

Calm proportions mixed with silent
steps of sound, while processing newly
created randomly generated noise;

I sink into
he darkness
that is sound.
and busy my
skull beneath
a radio tower
piercing above
the clouds.

In pools of clear black thought,
I measure the weight nothingness
has on skin. And in these orbs,
these intergalactic globules;
clusters of dense chaos,
so dense as to seem calm,

I breathe the flurries of my heart’s
discontent; and the sufferings of love.

Calm proportions mixed with silent
steps of sound, while processing newly
created randomly generated noise;

I sink into
he darkness
that is sound.
and busy my
skull beneath
a radio tower
piercing above
the clouds.

Jello Shots, Volume 1

Jello Shots, Volume 1 was written in 12 days by Maria Morisot over the course of the latter half of November, 2016. Download it here: JELLO_SHOTS-001.pdf

Cover art by Renata Solimini

Jello Shots, Volume 1 was written in 12 days by Maria Morisot over the course of the latter half of November, 2016. Download it here: JELLO_SHOTS-001.pdf

Cover art by Renata Solimini

Blasphemy #2

Fickle sawtoothed progression,
here for now; in admission of
a guilty substance abuse policy.

We tackle truths in our waking
hours; we believe in rebellious
matters. And when our hearts
are pounding out the vibration

Of last night’s longing,
the urge to synthesis &
prolonged excitation,
here in this diseased
pool of thoughts,

I carry all my dependencies.

Fickle sawtoothed progression,
here for now; in admission of
a guilty substance abuse policy.

We tackle truths in our waking
hours; we believe in rebellious
matters. And when our hearts
are pounding out the vibration

Of last night’s longing,
the urge to synthesis &
prolonged excitation,
here in this diseased
pool of thoughts,

I carry all my dependencies.

Blasphemy #1

Winter has
escaped her bonds,
and the suicide
of our pretense
begs the
difference; it was
lasting through
Saturday’s
admission.

You never
gave me
the chance
to speak
my mind,
so I took
my leave
and dreamed
a stationary
bike could
save me
from this
Hell.

Ducks and geese
aroused by
philosophical
complacency,
born of redundancy,
and given as
birthed matter.

Winter has
escaped her bonds,
and the suicide
of our pretense
begs the
difference; it was
lasting through
Saturday’s
admission.

You never
gave me
the chance
to speak
my mind,
so I took
my leave
and dreamed
a stationary
bike could
save me
from this
Hell.

Ducks and geese
aroused by
philosophical
complacency,
born of redundancy,
and given as
birthed matter.

Markov

Show me a SECRET;
hidden from
the innocence
I gave you,
we twins.

There is no sign of me;

A slow
conception of
my burning flesh,
hand over our sins;

So let Hell bloom,
and clear the oceans
of the debris,
let the water
boil with volcanic
sputum.

“I hope I hope
I hope we both die,”
needle in a haystack
of musical self-identity.

Show me a SECRET;
hidden from
the innocence
I gave you,
we twins.

There is no sign of me;

A slow
conception of
my burning flesh,
hand over our sins;

So let Hell bloom,
and clear the oceans
of the debris,
let the water
boil with volcanic
sputum.

“I hope I hope
I hope we both die,”
needle in a haystack
of musical self-identity.

Untitled

Clean, crisp lines;
the heart of a salient
day. No enemies to speak of,
only common tongues
to hear by, this pollution
of gas and disease,
amalgamation of truths;

Tapping
maple
syrup.

Ostensibly creative
curtailed dependency,
enough.

That’s draft,
we’re onto final edit.

Clean, crisp lines;
the heart of a salient
day. No enemies to speak of,
only common tongues
to hear by, this pollution
of gas and disease,
amalgamation of truths;

Tapping
maple
syrup.

Ostensibly creative
curtailed dependency,
enough.

That’s draft,
we’re onto final edit.

Plant

A gentler kind of preparation,
power surge incarnation,
the type of
hemoglobin
soundproof
suture,
to come about
through eons
of self-destructive
tenacity;

School’s capitol,
iridescent sun sparkling
in the West,

Ties to Canada,
and an everlasting
blindfolded bird’s
quick remarks to
shut down
the power outlet.

A gentler kind of preparation,
power surge incarnation,
the type of
hemoglobin
soundproof
suture,
to come about
through eons
of self-destructive
tenacity;

School’s capitol,
iridescent sun sparkling
in the West,

Ties to Canada,
and an everlasting
blindfolded bird’s
quick remarks to
shut down
the power outlet.