to stew together

Posted on January 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Personals for Condiments (Haiku)

Curt olives desire
Unwrinkled tangy capers
To stew together.

“Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.”

— Jack Kerouac / On the Road

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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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