blood and betrayal

case #63 (redux)

if i jaywalked
would you wax lyric and macrophagic?

a stay at home order is extended
you never stop writing even when you’re not writing
viral loads and virtual loafs
you don’t post when there’s another temporary stop gap to appease the toadies for liberty (or death)
open carry intelligence instead of an AR
i’m so stroft says one while caterwauling
flatten the curve of the indiscriminately stupid and unempathic
torpor to tumult
got the responsibility for our nation’s top security
they’ve given me a number and taken away my name…

(a lap dissolve here)… 

17 years and 2,494 dim mornings
repressed memories in red velvet capes
the rise and fall of unburied fictions
jactitation down by the river
they come back for blood and betrayal

(a keyboard solo here)…

the word cocky is bandied about
in small claims court
the past 15 years there’s been a steady resurgence of
diminished people — myopic
they come back 
astounding anonymous
apple-polishing the master’s

(a look in the mirror here)…

if i jaywalked
would you cytokine storm and wane?

“For the shape of loneliness is a hole
With teeth on either side.”

— Patricia Goedicke / “Though It Looks Like a Throat It Is Not”

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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