toothy bride-to-be

press the play button to watch my short film “coda : ouroboros / n+1 thru n+15 (1:40)

coda : ouroboros / n+1 thru n+15 …

the dying day teethes

on the tin tautology of exiles

eight o’ eight rogues away

bayside shambles catacomb 

the toothy bride-to-be

seizes the singed week

with violent shanks

& ratters the bayside clear

distant madmen whir

the muted stars reappear

in refracted water-light

then bared

the incursions of the night

This is fall in Jamaica Plain, MA, on 12/02/2021, at 10:58 am.

“My poetry is disjunct, but then so is life. Poetry comes to me out of thin air or out of my unconscious mind. It’s sort of the way dreams come to us and the way we get knowledge from them …”

— John Ashbery

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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