in dim-light

deus ex machina

the deus ex machina falls through the trapdoor into the charnel house

the deus dramatic effect lost and centrifugal with a caravaggio thud

see deus roll among the sweet vinegar panhandlers

watch deus finish the hand cream to douse the smell of blood

deus in a goddard film works the chiaoscuro / a tenebrism / petrichor

deus in bombogenesis full of piss and vinegar spews

deus scumbles the rain-doused pines works the blur

deus in a peppery flourish works against the wet season cold

deus caught in the armature of the machina / ex-officio works union scale

deus doused in dim-light garlic butter reduction topped with sea salt

dreary dubious dulcet dungeonal!

deus escaped mental patient waxing ontological on black stone paths

deus relents / off stage / orders the curtain fall

deus in the jug and the red of the grapes

“As soon as the lid is closed, the corpse must breathe a sigh of relief.”

— Alistair McCartney / The Disintegrations

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....
This entry was posted in Writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s