Červnový Osmdesát-5: Konfusion in Karlovy Vary

Straggling out of the cave
past the canopy of slumbering bats
to pile in the Citation and venture onward

Pupils rapidly adjust from zero light to an apparent magnitude of -26.7.

A funk descends under the visage of Pete the Chef.

The eyes, gazing from sun-bleached plastic... focusing, boring down... must be saying something...

Blinded by the sunset, the realization settles in on six of the eight pupils.

“Ray, we’re supposed to be heading east... turn it around!”

Allumez au lac des cloches avec Lyons et l'entraîneur

Tales of giant turtles in the depths
eels creep under a floating dock

Under brush, a lone remnant of brick foundation
burnt mill reminder of days past
horseshoe volley in the grove

Powder jello scarfing before the next event
Twilight meet on the racing blocks
on the hill sits Rachel wearing Fonzie socks

Tiki torch kindles the victory banquet
an unexpected plaque gleams with words of Dr. Salk

In the glee the ‘slave driver’ is hoisted
toss him in the deep end topple in...


...invisible suspension, look around, look up
underwater blue surround, above, beyond the surface
black sky punctuated by streaming white lights
and the fizz of rising bubbles...

EBB: Mapping the Debris Field

UAP Communique 113099

Entebbe Territorial Boundary Relocation moved from 2 minutes, 23 seconds due to BubbaCabal proxies discovered within Ugandoid Autonomous Prefecture as recent as 27 Oct. Media efforts are being made to urge partnership with APF, the local elders, and whatever resources are available to a ‘pro-punge’ workforce with additional tactical training and strategic expansion. In a sense, local negotiation offices have become garrisons for trained operatives.

Pan-Dimensional Alert: Dinner’s Gettin’ Cold

The stress of hearing editor Jameson’s incessant barking about scooping media opportunities.
The creepy xenogalactic denouncements of despot Infinata from his hoity-toity throne in the Fifth Dementia.
The silent gaze of faded Fred and Barney pillows lingers while Deaf Kennedy peers from his windowsill perch.
These overlapping transmissions seem to make the youngster chafe.
Competing messages that seem to hammer home the weight of some deadline. ...Not yet knowing that down the street awaits a warm plate of fishsticks and cocktail sauce.

In the big picture: Present and alternate dimensions must be made to account. Pixels need to resolve, map and tone within a perceivable gamut. Vectors need direction, magnitude and destination to render a proper display. Columns of meaning with gutters in between, rising above the fold, reaching the mast; we see the universe as one eventual substrate.
Rasterizing the Master Spill Page would effectively pancake these simultaneous frustums and cull the portals down into one cogent strategic plan of action.

It is so clear now, the second hand ticks like thunder. It has become dark. Mom is fuming as the victuals grow cold. Better get home to supper.

Thanksgiving at the Taj

From behind the one-armed bandits slowly rise the silky turbans, little fish with big eyes on the moll óir, with no one around to tap on the aquarium glass.

Sikhs playing slots
Koreans playing keno
Punjabis playing pai gow poker
and blackjack for the gent from Bình Dương

Outside the parlor...
Mothers crouch upon faded sheets spread over ornate carpet
Miserable babies squeal under the sequined light of bristling chandeliers
Soiled diapers sit in sandy ashtrays, silently mocking the disneyfied grandeur

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Oh, how the Donald
would knit his red furrowed brow
in consternation

Refugee picnic
lobby is spoiled, but fear not,
cash trumps any mess

The Gamblers’ Den: the mise-en-scène of gentlemen on holiday from Asian quarters.
Parlaying their high hopes, they drag their families along from third world to first, only to leave their loved ones to linger outside the premises while the menfolk play grab-ass with Lady Luck on the gaming floor.

Hajj to the Taj

Urbem lateritiam invenit, ignes reliquit

Ave Aquapolis

Blur and ripple through the currents, sea flares shimmer.
Under the crystal dome, spires soar, cellophane veils sway and fountains burble sapphire springs for all the bathing beauties.
Mayor Nemo raises his glass, nods, and toasts Neptune’s benediction...

Won’t you join us?