Leguminosae Delusion Athletics
by Andy Martrich and Nicole Raziya Fong
From the point of view of the safety
the physical safety of our leguminosae
better to fan than to compress
From the view of accessibility
cutting-edge methods make division practicable
gratuitous molting glimpses imago
Catalogs preceding recognition foster evil wished
upon the egg
shedding omniscient bloodsucker
Poised toothless
photomapping by robotic helicopter
spreading wings as a material ear through
suspended weather
To know when to drop into the unincorporated
area where you were born
accentuate a very high temperature without the
relief of melting
A ring-around-the-erotica public seafront where
the docks come alive with electro pulse
The ocean rolled away as insolvency wind at
your back in a small gradient
Bright goats overhanging the sea where headless
cattle and sheep bob to a superior farm
clued when voice cracked and freezing up in
public as other frozen worlds begin cracking
gratuitous privacy
The depression of nanometric organisms urges
me to travel solo when I get back to Animal
Kingdom listening to a self-taught inner law
a centralized pillar of scientific passaggio
Making an investigation into the potential of my
defense
working with an internal voice that encourages
me to slice it open and make suggestions before
nodding my head grinning and listening
In one ecoregion
a hardened sheep’s stomach is splayed with onions
and brined before serving with dried herbs and
rare milk through a straw
Ready to create a family and shelter to cache
preservatives and canned goods
Constructing a snow fort
nodding and grinning with nonverbal
understanding of the day
Attempting to wake the kids with a bullhorn
while bright and coiled in packed ice
Spy vs. Spy where one begins the end of the other
bordering spoiled iconography
Interstate Swatting Hoax Act of 2015
leaves kids bugged during the first hiccuped sun
framed by Call of Duty sons of several state
authorities
Gone postal globe community
mapping evil upbringing kept sheen of closed
source software given that the achievements will
thrive posthumously
Respawned independent of you raising a family in
dialectic GMO hat as strong prior cosplay
association with a total geography
A small public space where my stomach cramps
and bloats infinitely in warmer robotics
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Featured by The Blasted Tree: January 9, 2022
Andy Martrich
Contributing Author
Nicole Raziya Fong
Contributing Artist
Flexed into a suit of titanium and posed wearing a laminated kevlar mask
You must pass through a salad of erotic automata before carried screaming to a small public space where cyborg law enforcement renames
the city an ultrasonic sound that can only be heard by the army-wrapped-around-the-walls
I wake up threatened by conjunctivitis behind the eye holes of a rubber clown mask
I wake up from a nightmare where I work at Bank of America
a small public space where I deal in commodities common to digital agribusiness
Together at the —— city core
somatic anxiety bleeds from a human-computer interface at the entrance to my building bathing millions of clients behind everyone else’s cystic
bulge at the center of self-respect
A wind at its elbow
holed up in an open-air turf where it nests nanometric organisms
A military patrol wrapped-around-the walls shielding us from the surrounding narcs staring at the compound from the patience of the ocean
athletic limbs nipping a collective anemic torso
Proposing a start-up where narcs sacrifice their families for extra cash that eats me spreading congealed days in a pulpy mold on a start-up that
will suck them without eating
Sell whiny client to demonic army for BIG $$$ then castigate the seller for being one with the same ideology
Staggering toward lunch at the food court through valley credit
has-been goths with no change or feeling but bumbling in waterproof Gore-Tex
see me and want to eat me with the rarest milks
Gossips at our safe space dropped in to plot “free of suspicion”
wobble suspiciously on the heads of rats and herds of clergy uniformed in the Luciferian government’s thousand-year egg
People reading news off nanometric eye implants wrapped-around-the-walls with endangered patterns of domestic space
Reaching out for satanic skeletal wing among the genesis of legal town
where we go rogue to toss furnishings and 50,000 lbs of clothing legally
We go eat at a diner overlooking an abandoned hospital and are held up there without any movement whatsoever
Absorbing food through a wreath of microtriches hooked to the digestive tract
wincing in the crannies of supranatural arousal
A winged adult merging with soft rubbery prolific American firebrats
In people’s favor when I smother nests and tunnels in dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane
A diamond green rodent belly up in pentachloro is reanimated and deployed from a feathery nest beneath the perpetual mouthparts of an
infrared hexapod
A narc armed with prematurity hose and red squilling the distance to sack revitalized light-emitting snitches
Sun-poisoned on 24-hour cycle of evidence
Spy Wiper sits on the bed with its head in its
hands
tired from god knows what or just strung out
I conduct workout in front of it
push-ups sit-ups squats and free weights
to take charge of my temple
I annihilate the phantom who has stolen my
appearance
I conduct sound deadener experiment with
Xtreme Bulk Pack and squashed ears into little
carnassial tusks
reducing its sobs with 16mm panels
Deadening mats nailed to the walls for this
malware I’ve never seen before
convulsing with its head between its knees
We had noncommittal plans to eat together in the
secret eaves of our apartment
Together at the —— city core
The same city where my parents were sucked from the car and spit back to Earth glopped two-headed and armed with the ability to raise up the
new militant rocketeer whose pinpoint recoil feels painlessly lighter than dependent son’s probing fingers
Supreme urge to be blindfolded and led in sequence across an alignment of the planet reassembled in the sound of crushed papier-mâché passed
out with Moonless Patience
a type of spoiled blotter
No one comes to see me in that courtyard
No neighbor recognizes me dangling from the fire escape screaming for help through a bullhorn
I learn how to wait for people in a freakish cold that cuts right through my protective gear
I learn how to brew a fake Shemp to stand in as a pop spiritual appreciation of home
Defenseless in my deer spotter a small group of teenagers is revealed legend tripping at Psychic Theater
not clear which one is speaking until recording and scrubbing back the noise
As a tourist in the shadow outlets I purchase fresh milk and cool safflina during the blood moon cooking together a cheap smell of the familiars
Not responsible for the Planeshift Expansion removing a nanometric beehive from the secret eaves
tipped off by flying insects shooting from electronic lattices
Not responsible while working for wildlife control
the rash spreading in a bullseye pulse hammering circulation at the axis
Final report from the anaphylactic shock
murmured while applying the steroid cream in a ring around the alloy
See sum total of parts as the shell around the
delicate meat of a seed sitting with centrist lights
bouncing off the retroreflector
Spy Wiper coldly keeps its eye on the ball
I don’t look
somehow feels less wrong
I don’t see Spy Wiper’s spiritual inquest
some species of mechanical spider
Not surprised discovering a fly in its ice cube or
lighting an exploding cigar
We make it home safely but only after many
hours off-roading with a deer spotter
spraying hot pink mud and screaming that the
animals already knew we’d be there with the
awkward glow
Driving to a work BBQ during twilight
carrying 40+ hallucinating colleagues up to the
peak of a singular moment
Acquaintances recognize each other but fail to see
the trap hosting 100 million nanometric betrayers
In the Rubber Bowl accompanied by fog machine
I materialize for neighbors hardly known or
sensed
Sweating into a tube pinched by strobe light
horrified at the sight of smoke billowing from the
windows
Moonless Patience melting on the tongue of a
shared public organism
I coat my hands in rubber cement and light them
on fire
popping out of the woods at night to terrify a
small group of teenagers
wobbling flashlights over the trees in panic
Then tie around each wrist a series of twigs glued
into a pentagram
the curse as rigid sequence
Perched on the edge of the haunted forest
blasting Nature Sounds from a loudspeaker
track-by-track advising the youth and looking at
nothing inexplicably shifted
Counterspell has no effect on C R E E P S
pitted against sonic crystal
Perched above the town water supply blindfolded and flailing a bat at a bucket of lysergic acid
At the sound of a starter’s pistol aligned with the landmarks
experiencing numbness and tremors as an absolute stranger
Counterspell suspended over the town in globules negating the Evil Eye of Orms-by-Gore scattered below its mana cost materializing with
retractable plexiglass face shield and inflated divinity
Expeditus Grypaietoi Mnemosyne Pandemous Nemean Leukrokottas imitated the singing voice of its prey before eating Celestial Lytta
Philostratus the Younger fed his students to a city of mechanical spiders camouflaged where Demi has no effect
Said to be a living creature that pre-myths batshit eternity wheezing fluorescent light through betrayers sputtering phony blood
Cut has no effect
Wedged into mystical Play-Doh informants
Wedged into a microwave cavity magnetron that ignites each quantity to be named that had to be named
Forever bound to the Call of Duty in the orifices of your ancestors
snared in the same bloated abdomen Holy has no effect
Pressure from familial wad
genetic vehicles soar out from the underworld peeling alive inhuman production quotas with interdimensional bundle pack
Flexed into a suit of titanium
the spirit brain picks off each vulnerable noob doing nothing to hide its goofy smile each spectral crevasse equipped with the bumbling sameness
of the past and present model double-jointed into Diocletianic shock cords
Strapped into a zipline harness hidden in the canopy and armed with a smokeless launch-rod nabbing Expeditus Grypaietoi mid-flight with a
rocket-net projectile gripped without pulleys or springs until martyred by young competitive species in defense of first transport forms
Working alone late at night
tugging at the harness
just curious
not trying to leave
All I can find carved into the canopy is this:
The winter brought a number of nuthatches redpolls and chipping sparrows but very few bloodroot loons until spring migration
and then closes out with one hundred shorthand incidence tables
On my way to set up a public webcam over a thrush nest in Silent Hill I’m followed by a small group of masked teenagers
When one calls out “Don’t be afraid I’ll show you where to find the warblers” I hightail it into the fog and take cover in the abandoned school
Familiar with my work a well-known ornithologist flips through my slides in front of a room of grad students
Shedding light on the work of a superstitious mob retracing my steps across the sky when followed by the leader of the Order
In Centralia huffing the gas cloud from nanotech underground where mine fire cosplay features the rarest birds of the Coalition
Superimpose your family over a family of gullible narcs and fail to see the difference
Superimpose your family over an image of your mouth held open with a tongue depressor
“It looks like strep” whispered into hot mics
Tingling sensation accompanied by faded polaroid of a hand in a rubber glove poking at my tonsils after removal
Recovering from surgery on a blueprint of your
bedroom
the sensation caused by the scene visually
reconstructed from memory
Recovering from surgery in an abandoned
antenna farm
hidden behind the soft target in heavy rain
A car pulls up and the driver says “Don’t be
afraid I’m a private detective” before speeding off
projecting clues to the fact that I couldn’t get
in the car due to surgical attachment to this
superstitious mob
Equipped with fog machine in Centralia
first thing I do is bite off each one of these little
clues
Lunchable objects glowing in the light that hits
the hand of the hungry Howdy Doody
propped up of its own accord
watching me through a rubber clown mask
Yanking the strings to make the wooden jaw go
down he says it’s me who made him alive
No fear when burying him alive in the backyard
Searching “antique dolls” and getting an idea of BIG $$$ while browsing a pop-up listing of look-alike products
in shock while digging up the shoebox coffin
The wall-to-wall utopia appears to move everything that happened before it if stared at long enough
at ease nailing particle board over the windows
Recall each session brainstorming in the mystical future via association with its monks blasting in the corridor
The location of the missing student tourists revealed by helicopter searchlight through the abbey’s rose windows
Kept alive by orbital chant found tethered as ducks in a row blasted with a beam of 9 billion candela
Today the house is used as a standard house
in 1994 the unspeakable brutality that took place in certified double platinum orbs prematurely scanning the room
recording the exit options
Licking the particle board of a gated-community home while ignoring the brain of the system
Floating off with the indigestion of prior forms that would gradually overtake upset burning
Materializing at the window in a foam suit
tapping the particle board with a Super Soaker
inviting conference attendees to a work BBQ
Greeting them in the corridor with the nail clippings of a dead man buried beneath the threshold of my enemy
I coach slowly screaming through a bullhorn better when flexed into a titanium suit with the audience frozen in fear
Reaching out to glue their shoulders to the walls
of Zero Gravity
a giant skyscraper wrapped in occult iconography
IT encased in shrink wrap at the head of the
table surrounding the pentagram
its cartoonish grin supplanted by flood aspics
grouped under an agricultural theme
washing it down with sacred elixir from a ram’s
skull
A lock of hair from the audience stuck to the
wall and spinning through 33 bright-strip LEDs
Lungs taking the form of Cosmic Sociopath
some species of Moonless Patience
At the entrance to the shadow outlets
a car pulls up and the driver says “Don’t be afraid
this is an effigy of the wagon driven by the
hidden coordinator”
Spotting the archaic figure by flashlight
all fluid and smooth
not responding when I scream for the shape to
identify itself
Leguminosae Delusion Athletics by Andy Martrich and Nicole Raziya Fong is a Blasted Tree original collection of poetry and art.
ISBN [Digital]: 978-1-987906-80-6
Cover Design by Nicole Raziya Fong