of particulate love

Posted on September 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Trash Dash

Trash dash on a two hour meter
A ham and cheese croissant and pilfer
Your heart which has grown fibrous —
Dry and cleansed of particulate love —
Full of granular lunacy and roiling
Pathic are your howls as I leverage
My full weight on you
Heat hurt hate

“The houses look at one another,
a language of windows.”

— Louis Simpson / “Magritte Shaving”

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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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