we sailor skid

Deathbed Compact

We vowed a deathbed
compact. We saga
prototypes, classicists,
& evergreens. We ordinance
in & out of time. We be farcical
masons. We ebb & floe
like Greenland ice sheets
under successive heat
domes. We sailor-skid
spanner ewers. We peso
sunsets. We illumine penny
bardos.

What I’m Reading:

“ Mary-Ray’s pink ice service trembles
In the aftershock of some astral seizure
So remote and faint
Only the weevil’s foreleg dares say
Yes, yes, yes, it’s true”

— August Kleinzahler / “Orientation Weekend”

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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