the wah wah

Posted on August 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

pure happenstance tanka

pound hippo tamer
bizarre verbal tapestry
fuzzbox high stepper
she stomps the wah wah pedal
at the event horizon

What I’m Reading:

“I smell something soupish, sour and dank and it’s
filled with weeds like rough
cat tongues…”

— Diane Seuss / “backyard song”

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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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