out 5 senses

blinders / blunders (redux)

i could feel it now…

i was crawling with pierced eyeballs
wringing my twisted mind
off the edge
shaking out 5 senses

a hole in my heart
glued over with spit

“i write about urban bleeders and breeders, but am
troubled because their tragedies echo mine.”

— Wanda Coleman / “American Sonnet (95)”

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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