LUCAS PEEL


Lucas Peel is a _____________ living in Honolulu, Hawai'i.
Sometimes he makes bird noises @lookchrlz.






NFT Ekphrastic

>//: the____first_5000_days
>//: the____2004_Nissan_Frontier_idling_in_the_driveway /
>//: the____cerebrum_puking_soduku /
>//: the____most_searched_query_of_2016 /
>//: the____memory's_strict_insulation /
>//: the____dreamtree_wears_the_face_of_a_lover /
>//: the____Madonna_doxxed_in_4k /
>//: the____geometry_understood_as_celestial /
>//: the____subtraction /
>//: the____predilection_for_violence /
>//: the____opensea_emptied_of_stomachs /
>//: the____variance_warm_with_detritus /
>//: the____backend_traced_to_seed /
>//: the____family_intervention /
>//: the____digital_tombstone /
>//: the____impending_GoFundMe /
>//: the____elegy_of_birds /
>//: the____theory_of_everything_begins_with_a_convertible /
>//: the____function_of_change_is_defined_by_movement /
>//: the____imitation_is_not_the_flattery /
>//: the____cowboys_are_not_the_enemy /
>//: the____skyscrapers_are /
>//: the____refraction_of_light_is_a_senseless_miracle /
>//: the____rumble_strip /
>//: the____nyan_track_jacket /
>//: the____red_whistled_pit /
>//: the____storm_is_a_false_flag /
>//: the____pledge_of_allegiance_is_a_sitcom_starring_Gilbert_Gottfried /
>//: the____apology_is_livestreamed_on_Twitter /
>//: the____beautiful_dark_twisted_fantasy /
>//: the____terraform_teething_on_the_JumboTron /
>//: the____sequence_of_sound_and_impact_is_insignificant /
>//: the____doors_open_promptly_at_7 /
>//: the____exhibit_is_interactive /
>//: the____hand_is_an_intimate_mosaic /
>//: the____pointillist_declaration /
>//: the____enduring_toxicity_of_oils /
>//: the____bored_ape /
>//: the____beanstalk /
>//: the____felled_sky /
>//: the____beached_whale /
>//: the____anniversary_of_explosives /
>//: the____mob's_stiff_percussion /
>//: the____coastal_erosion /
>//: the____grainy_.jpg_of_fire /
>//: the____moon's_petty_glow /






Shutterspeed

in the silent films
a woodstork
always births of
brings with it
some kind of
nascent thing,
pink and loud,
before disappearing
into the stale canvas
of sky.   i want to be
the bird or thatch
or flicker of light.
dickinson's carraige
or plath's oven.
van gogh that shit.
all press is good press.
roll credits.   this is,
i admit, more poem
than shotgun shell,
the brood of a house-
plant that has not yet
received its baptism
by midday.   somedays
the sky is static or
supple or bounding,
a universe of pop-up
windows 404-ing
the jumbotron
of my skull.
the internet is
an infuriating
catch basin, eternal
staircase, acropolis
of flesh.   i mean me.
ha!   clickbait.   another
fucking sob story.
is it still considered
birdwatching if you
do not learn the name
of each tiny creature
suspended in nothingness?
here:   the musings
of an albatross, drunk
pilot, lonely romantic.
the narrator references
the mockingbird,
it's iridescent metaphor.
transmutable, susceptible
to drowning.   what is want
but death and consumption?
big mouth full of feathers.
we build a home
in the gizzard
of a seabird,
flood with salt.



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