Monthly Archives: September 2021

out of tune

Posted on September 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

Bile-Yellow (redux) The refulgent quality of my psychopomp is only surpassed by my staring into the sun. Psychopomp? Who the hell needs to be led in? I often stare into the sun. It’s the only way I know to calm … Continue reading →

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long magnified acts

Posted on September 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

(silence) (silence) 33 frames longmagnifiedacts as a valve national anthem plays (fade to back) “The words are growing in the field, and they hover above the page. They’re like flowers, and I pick the ones I like. My eye is … Continue reading →

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someone muttering bummer

Posted on September 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

Jodhpurs & Jujyfruits There are blocks everyday. People die everyday. There is gothic organ music swelling and ebbing in the ether. There is someone muttering “bummer” nearby and the smell of acrid pot wafting on an eddy of warm wind … Continue reading →

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that toothy vortex

Posted on September 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

138 Pieces I wrote this yesterday under the influence of twin tornadoesWhile hiding under the bed with my grandmother and dogI planned a funeral as mattresses, pans and medicines strafed the airI saw my brother’s arm impaled on a jagged … Continue reading →

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cut you out

Posted on September 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Circles of Confusion The day bleeds orange at the horizon. We dropped marbles & bulletsOutside your door—Circles of confusion,Globes & envoys of gravity—Vindicated our community.We cut you out. Darkness seeps in above the fatted clouds. “I want to be free … Continue reading →

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something akin to

Posted on September 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

close your eyes sleepy you can’t shake off the somnolence it feels so comfortable to close your eyes something akin to sexual gratification it’s all you desire for the next hour or two the waves the crickets the gentle but … Continue reading →

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future of fragments

Posted on September 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

plagues causeda futureof fragments 50 millionfaults “It was not the least of our misfortunes that with our infection, when it ceased, there did not cease the spirit of strife and contention, slander and reproach, which was the great troubles of … Continue reading →

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is no is

Posted on September 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

Ingmar Bergman’s Fuse Box II A black hole lives here.It pulls all energy and hopeIn, merely to obliterate it all.There is no waste,There is no byproduct,There is no is.This is September. “He has left his shaving brushon top of the … Continue reading →

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deaf and unseeing

Posted on September 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

Nothing Means Something (redux) The victims were not drawn from the elites. The earliest surviving epistle asks: What of compassion? During the time of plague: What of abnegation? The outsider is to blame for the epidemic… expulsion, exodus… divine agency… … Continue reading →

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surgical mask missiles

Posted on September 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Yahweh Quas Papa Speaks (redux) I was made for plague times!For the days weeks months — for the plague year! It’s the time for auxiliary malarial canons and sitars.  Thee minute for surgical mask missiles and tinctures of Ayahuasca.  It’s time … Continue reading →

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