Monthly Archives: February 2022

air is burnt

The Father: Guantanamera, 2002 The sun cuts a slice of light into his head. The stellate light streams through the window and blinds him. His last word is ¡Guao! The bullet fragments in his Broca’s area and splits the infinitive … Continue reading

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slurry of words

Skronk Tectonics Plactivist—a disembodied word. Decontextualized. One word in bas-relief, that I heard her say, in a slurry of words not directed at me. Plactivist—decoupled and set adrift from its word cloud. It blazed like a meteorite across the my … Continue reading

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your man card

Mancard Sonnet I need a dose of antivenin infusedblood, call out the Gadsden herpetologist.I need to blowout my synapses. Runthe 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 … Continue reading

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the last pang

un-leafed the treesthe treesthe treesthe trees—the idiocy of time—the deliberatedebilitationthe desultoryfeel of the wrathof my bombastsays time says the melting clocksay the hypnotized treestrees in the clutch of the sunfull of viral potential fullof youth unexaminedjust a month or two … Continue reading

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such charisma such

Tamp-Stamp Down She felt transcendent being recognized as thee tamp-yam whisperer. Everyone in her neighborhood Smorebucks acknowledged her tamps—so long ignored. Yes, finally, she was the best yam-tamper there was—the supreme of the arty fistful—able to keep mandrills at bay. … Continue reading

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if we seek

New Brutalist Monochrome If it is odious and onerous,it is a tear-jerker.If it produces scribe acrylics,the aqua fortis seethes beneath a trap door.If a doormat marks the national threshold,it may be full of off-kilter moments.If it reads like a Russian … Continue reading

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out 5 senses

blinders / blunders (redux) i could feel it now… i was crawling with pierced eyeballswringing my twisted mindoff the edgeshaking out 5 senses a hole in my heartglued over with spit “i write about urban bleeders and breeders, but amtroubled … Continue reading

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updated residue dirge

Community Relations E-mail (n+7) Debauched Neighbor, If you have a new litany for the Residue Dirge or need to update your current litany, the discharge is Friday, February 11th. If you are currently listed and have no chants, you do … Continue reading

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a passing thought

Hooked Don’t roil the waterWait for the paint to drySssh! the children will hearWhat are you burningCommingling with the ashesof the dead?Surely you know the matter—Particulate—we breatheIs someone’s uncleOr sister floating in airAt 300 ppm RecyclingYou say biliousIn cross-bone stanceDead … Continue reading

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we broke up

Fissure Kitty, Faun & I I tuned arpeggios at 6 and 16. ​Fissure kitty at a neighbor’s glance—under the shake-up of a manic-depressive trend—laden with oppressive fudge, in August heavyweight. I initiated it. My fissure sunbather fuzz, with fanfare drums—from … Continue reading

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