money honey be on neon…


Trash Dash: Manhattan

Trash dash on a two hour meter

A ham and cheese croissant and pilfer

Your heart which has grown fibrous —

Dry and cleansed of particulate love —

Full of granular lunacy and roiling

Pathic are your howls as I leverage

My full weight on you

Heat hurt hate

“Well, while I’m here I’ll

do the work—

and what’s the work?

To ease the pain of living.

Everything else, drunken


— Allen Ginsberg / “Memory Gardens”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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