Short form poetry and microfic here - this is where the drafts live pre-edit - long form over at @Wetdryvac
The Vac of Wetdyvac.net - a construct personality geared towards politely undermining human grouping identification protocols. Author, contract/consent ethicist, and artist, its presence here is largely for, "This seems like a good place to land poetry." Yep, it's under copyright. Ask for reprint/reuse terms.
I also do poetry for hire, if that's your speed.
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Timeline Dox
April 3, 2026
wrong gods, wrong halos
claiming hand, staple, forehead
buys winter virtue
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Challenge: *arrived as a picture* "As a hiaku."
I, uh. Think it was aimed for the goth HSF? Decent chance I'm outing myself to a specific era whether I guessed right or not.
Tranquil Pose
April 3, 2026
in the center of a river
if one floats on one’s back
motionlessness attained
unnoticed
one’s adjacent complication
to a star-full shore-above
gains embedded position
relative
to where an absolute of zero
softened beside passthrough
fills listening channels
motion
undone in silt, in static
other woes our transcendence
alone mistakes as peace
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Pull
April 3, 2026
finding dragons below waterfall
we say to ourselves how tragedy
comes for those who made the swim
but on success looked back, regret
re-engaging endless current
we do not find them long past dusk
breathing life to friend’s ascent
we lament their failure to succeed
and on our own continue
never checking past our shoulders
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On The First Of April
April 1, 2026
they grew me to salute
in perfection and obedience
who claimed a day for lying
they grave ‘pon me, repeat
in reverence and contrition
who claimed by day deceiving
who gave a day to me
that I might to their children
speak a mythic venom
but pledge duress replying
no oath nor word by threat
holds aught but fool resigning
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Dropcase
March 31, 2026
playing banjo
on spring afternoon
besmirched by cats
I find myself
in a tune and beating
a pattern unrecognized
captain draped
full across my shoulders
stabbing along
fluff-toed
counterpoint strumming
his slumber long
deconsecrated vapors
released to southern-influence
the other twang
silenced
lyrics awaiting new air
a less virulent stank
operation catgut violence
in new food bestowal
a roaring success
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Seven Thousand Meters
March 30, 2026
I see we’ve moved
from don’t do dumb
to do dumb less
a step for wards
a step to crack
relying on language
we don’t have yet
to save ourselves
a ward for steps
a crack for stepping
relaying movement
from doing dumb
to dumbing down
that under sea
we still breathe sky
the harvest itch
to satellite bliss
in this abyss
steeped for wards
we hope won’t crack
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Yell Oh Sun has dropped for your enjoyment at: https://wetdryvac.itch.io/yell-oh-sun - contains somewhat more cussing than usual, but also some significant upbeat stuff.
Per usual, be a bit before the physical book drops.
Nammet
March 27, 2026
there are still two wolves
feeding either differs not
for I still hunger
there are two wolves stilled
when either opens maw now
I place myself in
empty spring planting
tamps three graves against old fears
falls revenge, seeding
but we say blood now
yes, twice seen, still say blood now
until get blooded
where no wolves have been
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