here they come the land locked junta…


Che Guevara’s Bequest:  Vallegrande, Bolivia, 1967

A tinny mambo is piped from the room


sick yellow-green fluorescence.


The radiator squeals, 

brass electrodes buzz;

blood-crusted, unnoticed,

Che Guevara’s finger lies

in a dusty corner


covered with mites


the evil heat.


“As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.”

— Aimee Bender

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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