lonely & destitute

Check the Groyne and Moil

Murmuring a conventional recitative
the baritone herded the baronet
heartily beneath the farmer.
Dowse the dartboard!
My dowsing rod morphed
into a calypso airgun
of uncomfortable residue.
There’s garbage in the streets.
Check the groyne and moil—
Let’s dance!

He moved chalk for a guilder
& forced his secret destiny through
the wringer. He spied a rank seduction,
a trend unseen but suggested.
The baronet swirled upward
inside a never-escaping simulation—
bereft of his destiny,
lonely & destitute—
Loaves unloved.
& undun.

“I strike a teenager with a baseball bat to gain blue-collar credibility.
I feel dirty reading on the toilet.”

— Ben Lerner / The Lichtenberg Figures

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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