chimera at best

press play for 11 seconds of effulgence hangover (:11 / 2017)

Effulgence Hangover

O, rain your sparkle down on me
For we have flogged the glitter horse dead.

There it lies rotting—a meal for worms—
A monticule of monstrous greed & desire.

So celebrate & canker me this, old man:
Where do we go from here?
How could we possibly be here (of all places)?

As part of this dead beast—a chimera at best—
As the world continues to hemorrhage about us.

& we Slim Pickens the missile to oblivion

“This morning opening the papers I caught a whiff of evils to come.”
— Charles Simic / The Monster Loves His Labyrinth

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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