wash us clean


An enormous vapor plume,
metastasizes thousands of feet
up in the air, billows, gains
strength & furious glower,
& grows in the vast

The planet’s duliluvial wrath—
gonna’ wash us clean—
gonna’ put it right—
is gonna’ wash us all away.

Don’t wake me—
I want to go while I sleep.

What I’m Reading:

“Then everything was darkness
In a great … big … night.”

— Langston Hughes / “Sylvester’s Dying Bed”

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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