Neon|February - Daniel Fierro by Les Autres Arachnides

This was a writing project I did in February of 2013. It was inspired by Andy Warhol’s ‘32 Campbell’s Soup Cans’ art piece. Enjoy.

2|1 Properties of inheritance are nullified in haste Willkommen, a second decade A rift forceful is antiquated in the fray A.M. delays, alterations of a purest sort Last night’s dream: [catalogued] brief//oceanic Unfathomably was a layered synergetic

2|2 Fusions are philosophic Fullest with a hint of urbanite syrups Incantations may hold origins in the nomadic tales of detail-oriented men Briefly, a syntactical Fluctuations persist Of the fifth, to the fifth Dull undulations [de]compose the re//public

2|3 Lemon-esque is a state subsumed Spiderlings detect it in twos 3.5 centuries Frequencies, frequencies Last night’s dream: [catalogued] interrupted//forbidden forms Prologus [de]scribed is single-celled Absentia, I stumbled upon neon mills

2|4 Sporadic nomenclatures antagonizing Pulse(s) compartmentalized Coded signatures dispel this evening’s cutlery Last night’s dream: [catalogued] vague//fragmented Modified luminaries line the operatic back//bone Modicums of azure-like eventuals

2|5 Imitation is a paid harbour californicated to the sides Photographic contingents allude Explicating this morning’s momentous chills is a task, none too politely Last night’s dream: [catalogued] median//nostalgic Tiresome fiction wheels push an assault Integrated reminds the catalyst[ic] ones of calcite acceptances

2|6 Temperamental, two of us were a conspiracy Babylon intuitive Thirds of the auto-fantastical population Post-relentless aging feigns sinister Though not a diamond-edged feline Last night’s dream: [catalogued] displaced//fatalistic Mein auto ist a feathery telegram

2|7 Coffee-filter synonyms, artificially a formulaic Sunrise is thrice-limbed Lifestream, hardly tentacles or tentacular Mechanistic queen of the west ist mein freund is an emission Last night’s dream: [catalogued] multi-screened//academic[s] Tarantism is a visionary notion that grapes are a trustworthy sort of people

2|8 Fathers, obtusely fond of occultation fond of castles Castilian in theory Cyrano (De)Lighted Patches are mutual efforts geared towards flummoxing strife Capsule harmonies erupt[ed] likening of the armada Pulsations, Fingers, The neighbors are figments Finery divinations

2|9 Weighted against keen hunger and orbs of a prophetic class Travel is light But a Berliner train is legend Last night’s dream: [catalogued] lax//temporal Neon Berlin is still around the corner Cantankerous lamps Ignore this order

2|10 E=a megalith divided by the Romanesque Spooked, still pending Atlas guns imparted an obelisk and moonshin(ed) cutlery Last night’s dream: [catalogued] disorient//urban(istic) Those are not lunatics but robot zeitgeists too eager to make a throw

2|11 Venusian air travel works best pigmented, I’ve begun to forget Portuguese Circular intrusions & a medley of mediocre homes This toast is a defibrillator In France, it would be cold Last night’s dream: [catalogued] lenticular//magick Misnomers of those planted sig/figs rise to oblige the occasion, nullest of the sons Cloudy lizard hands articulate in the offing

2|12 Cog//nitive fragments of the elusive pelican kingdoms elucidate And then some is a term relatively new, birthed inside a Spanish crown Last night’s dream: [catalogued] upright//familial Tiers of ingratiated tomatoes line the basin line the hem Tectonic(s) was an appellation A former

2|13 Rustic filler-bones contain apoplectics Seek no castle intricacies here With a viable semantic[al] such as your very self How many quadratic forts can you build? Last night’s dream: [memory|filtered error in cataloguing] Fissures of the salmon forts are randomized accordingly to the number of ticks in your iTunes c. 1927, discovery of the blue-hued virus Mutually repugnant

2|14 The opening title was a harmonic(al) Disenchanted, a harvest of fanaticals Signaling a portolani requires the breadth of 21 things Last night’s dream: [catalogued] hectic//incommunicative Diagrams of that alleged debt owed to the ministers of Saturn’s formless sister currently rank infection(al) if not infinitesimal I hear frequentials of her abyss

2|15 Intrigue(ing) whirlwind is at worst, a six-year venture Sobering were those chemical//istic, battle\\istic, fiend-finder, ticker-tocking friends sprung seismic from the republik Last night’s dream: [catalogued]-/private entry\ Course withheld, dendroidal unseen Pedestal birds singe this nominal cage(d)

2|16 Consequently, it is a wire-hinging song crafted from the ne|on afterlife Hermetic-phantom enthusiasts circulate rumours of ammunition-esque women living in Mt. Cylinder Last night’s dream: [catalogued] horizontal//collectivist Telegram singles Post Lemon-War A.D. Brusque and premeditated highly Technicolour hormones swallow centimes best on Sundays

2|17 In the vein of calculating a saintly axis, this diatribe will self-click in seven seconds Unfathomably (or so) sophocles went, siphoning honorable soldiers of the luminescent Last night’s dream: [internal/descriptive error in cataloguing] From the frosti mouth of the Hyacinth sea is a circus of eleven enchantments (salt-heavy or grainy subsumed) (Disposition to your earlier tastes)

2|18 Boxes of integral cardamom are the plot’s vertebrae Yet a draft of windpipes persisted Last night’s dream: [catalogued] /private entry\ In the fable, a hare and a cyclonic tome acquiesce Notably, the guests were olives, adoptive & declarationist

2|19 Thresholds (if asked) carry a fear of machines, nations and neon things The empire of Splice & Elektrik is to your left The longest night there was a whimsical one, when the monarch died An unfit butterfly, part oil well and aluminiferous During the final siege, the empire slid out of the cup. [End of the Lemon Wars]

2|20 A frenetic explanation of the day’s events will require the turquoise buds of the shovel Ghostly contaminants rippled across secret city (I’ve lost my notes) Last night’s dream: [catalogued] vaguely//adventurist Narrow delineations (X) pop cited

2|21 Nocturnal walls of (and so you say) 16 yang fled Paris on the submarine, lemon-drop flesh & all Oh, to wait for Mother sun & the hymn of one thousand unbreakable(s) You are not the windowsill you used to be; binary and plentiful in wicker seed (and so you say)

2|22 Satellite-transfers occur at the rate of 6 per universal zirconium Previously a free exchange, lunatic onion-folk took over the enterprise Last night’s dream: [catalogued as a note] met the former French president//shook hands with the monsieur Airport sooth-saying remains ever costly & the crisp oranges remain uprooted & untimely Stumbling about in 6 or so sands (the golden medium) I am I am not my hands

2|23 The intrigue of finding seven acrylic wunder-kreatures is all in the spitfiremakings of utopian cannonballs (light & reasonably personified) Last night’s dream: [catalogued] winded//non-fictitious A day can consist of sea anemones, airbrushed & skyrocketing Still-life signatures of an [x]

2|24 Move to the concentric, wake up & confine these machinations A split-second photon is equal (or greater than) the speed of two-headed pacifist-flamingos on the launch of any given sabbatical Last night’s dream: [no dream encoded by the proctor] & while my tablets are missing, I may spring into a formidable rung of mundane design Delaying essentials Delaying weather-worn Delaying saturations “Mein geist ist-”, begann er

2|25 Left angulars tend to stagnate in pairs of twos & knights I drew an octagon; pig-headed & Catalonian (This is an instruction manual) Last night’s dream: [catalogued] /private entry\ The fuzz of the metal on my shoulders is illusory; a deck of canteens& nitric symmetries

2|26 These versions of hypnotism project & vacillate across the horizon Adjust the kettle (I am only one) Track the divide between heaven(ly) (I glide) Last night’s dream: [catalogued] minor/sight Maddening, maddening these corner-shop flavors of cerulean seams

2|27 I found the compendium of halos & alkaline in phases of wintersong, cogs & pendulums My roads were wired while I skimmed for a new millennium Elliot Blue has yet to finish his travels & the cornucopia devils have yet to mechanize I hear it’s a simple procedure Heavy on the spliced tongue, though

2|28 Suddenly, a machine’s intake becomes too acidic & we are equivalent Firefly cognitive(s) undone, the neon kingdom birthed an heir furiously on the run Last night’s dream: [catalogued] replicated/charismatic There’s a steady, hyperbolic flow of lighted things in my envelopes Take, take this shift & inundate, inundate this urbanite rift [end scene] [enter the post-Lemon War era]

All poems written by Daniel Fierro. Thank you for reading.