your man card

Mancard Sonnet

I need a dose of antivenin infused
blood, call out the Gadsden herpetologist.
I need to blowout my synapses. Run
the Goldwater films in reverse—where is my gun?

god’s in the tuinal—he filched the dilaudid.
Vote early, vote often, says the hip-priest.
Better dead than pink, says uncle Justus,
Drown the last river dolphin. Beef! More beef.

More beef, more clear-cuts, more carbon,
more methane, more beef.
See coastal Kansas! Unfurl the flag.
Renew your American Mancard.

(Meanwhile, in the best of all possible worlds)

No need for Civil War reenactments—
all the slave rebellions succeeded.

“Gratitude is black—
Black as a hero returning from war to a country that banked on his death.
Thank God. It can’t get much darker than that.”

— Jericho Brown / “Hero”

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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