arms akimbo and a half tone flinch…

trash dash:  manhattan iii.


behind me a college student tried to convince a young girl to elope

the ritual of the second drink — 


demulcent for a moment — 


the argument lost it’s tune

like a good many dinners in so many illegal places


another cold night and the illusion of gin


central park forms endure speeches of electric illumination —

translate a scroll into a new language —


he sits with his arm around her

winks on the gloam


our ears swathed around music — 

plangent notes constrict the frigid night


“Work on a computer that is disconnected from the internet.”

  Zadie Smith

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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