showiness of ages

homebound habits

air hot & full of rancor / can’t breathe / the bestial reliquary open on my chest / body full of foul humor / a plague doctor nowhere in sight / fallow fields & mud / so much boot-sucking mud / skull encased in mud / the pressure of 10 andré bretons & 3 1/2 tristan tzaras / every other breath an exquisite corpse / pustules full / venom sacs stretched to leaking / my own worst enemy / uninhibited by the showiness of ages

“How do you know what you’ve forgotten? He knew only that he was a case of nerves between two eternities.”

—Arthur Krystal / “What’s the Deal, Hummingbird?”

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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